I had a dog / who loved flowers…

Precious Luna--faithful friend, old soul, teacher. Thank you.


by Mary Oliver

I had a dog
who loved flowers.
Briskly she went
through the fields,

yet paused
for the honeysuckle
or the rose,
her dark head

and her wet nose
the face
of every one

with its petals
of silk,
with its fragrance

into the air
where the bees,
their bodies
heavy with pollen,

and easily
she adored
every blossom,

not in the serious,
careful way
that we choose
this blossom or that blossom—

the way we praise or don’t praise—
the way we love
or don’t love—
but the way

we long to be—
that happy
in the heaven of earth—
that wild, that loving.

“Luke” by Mary Oliver from Dog Songs. © Penguin, 2013.


How my dog became fat: I believed her when she said, “Help me. I haven’t eaten for days.”

Screen Shot 2013-11-28 at 2.12.32 PM I learned the hard way that a fat dog is, basically, a sick dog.

It was all my fault: I believed her when she seemed to say with her sweet, sincere eyes, “Help me. I am starving.” Inevitably she ballooned over time.

A vet said, “She’s got to go on a crash diet. Now,” and provided diet instructions on a green page from a prescription pad. I followed the instructions religiously. The plan worked.

I learned the hard way, at the expense of my dear pup, that a dog is a hedonist.

by Mary Oliver

“Please, please, I think I haven’t eaten
for days.”

What? Ricky, you had a huge supper.

“I did? My stomach doesn’t remember.
Oh, I think I’m fading away. Please
make me breakfast and I’ll tell you
something you don’t know.”

He ate rapidly.

Okay, I said. What were you going to
tell me?

He smiled the wicked smile. “Before we
came over, Anne already gave me my breakfast,”
he said.

Be prepared. A dog is adorable and noble.
A dog is a true and loving friend. A dog
is also a hedonist.

Leaving a door open for dogs, Mary Oliver brings joy to a classroom

Harry Potter, a Corgi with The Bright and Beautiful Therapy Dog group, heading in to provide stress relief to law students.

Harry Potter, a Corgi with The Bright and Beautiful Therapy Dog group, waits to meet students and staff at Chapman University Law School for some stress relief during finals week. Read about it here: http://tdn.com/lifestyles/therapy-dogs-ease-stress-for-students/article_6be3863a-cbdb-11e2-a4c5-0019bb2963f4.html

The Poetry Teacher
by Mary Oliver

The university gave me a new, elegant
classroom to teach in. Only one thing,
they said. You can’t bring your dog.
It’s in my contract, I said. (I had
made sure of that.)

We bargained and I moved to an old
classroom in an old building. Propped
the door open. Kept a bowl of water
in the room. I could hear Ben among
other voices barking, howling in the
distance. Then they would all arrive—
Ben, his pals, maybe an unknown dog
or two, all of them thirsty and happy.
They drank, they flung themselves down
among the students. The students loved
it. They all wrote thirsty, happy poems.

the One world and the beautiful white heron

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Poem of the One world

by Mary Oliver

This morning

the beautiful white heron

was floating along above the water

and then into the sky of this

the one world

we all belong to

where everything

sooner or later

is a part of everything else

which thought made me feel

for a little while

quite beautiful myself.

“Poem of the One world” by Mary Oliver, from A Thousand Mornings.