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Mary Oliver, winner of the Pulitzer Prize, celebrates love in her new collection of poems

If I have any secret stash of poems, anywhere, it might be about love, not anger, Mary Oliver once said in an interview. Finally, in her stunning new collection, Felicity, we can immerse ourselves in Olivers love poems. Here, great happiness abounds.

Our most delicate chronicler of physical landscape, Oliver has described her work as loving the world. With Felicity she examines what it means to love another person. She opens our eyes again to the territory within our own hearts; to the wild and to the quiet. In these poems, she describeswith joythe strangeness and wonder of human connection.

As in Blue Horses, Dog Songs, and A Thousand Mornings, with Felicity Oliver honors love, life, and beauty.

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SELECT TITLES ALSO BY MARY OLIVER POETRY American Primitive Dream Work New - photo 1
SELECT TITLES ALSO BY MARY OLIVER POETRY American Primitive Dream Work New and Selected Poems, Volume One White Pine The Leaf and the Cloud What Do We Know Why I Wake Early New and Selected Poems, Volume Two Swan A Thousand Mornings Dog Songs Blue Horses PROSE Blue Pastures Winter Hours A Poetry Handbook
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PENGUIN PRESS An imprint of Penguin Random House LLC 375 Hudson Street New York, New York 10014 penguin.com Felicity Poems - image 3 Copyright 2015 by Mary Oliver Penguin supports copyright. Copyright fuels creativity, encourages diverse voices, promotes free speech, and creates a vibrant culture. Thank you for buying an authorized edition of this book and for complying with copyright laws by not reproducing, scanning, or distributing any part of it in any form without permission. You are supporting writers and allowing Penguin to continue to publish books for every reader. Acknowledgments to the original publishers of several poems appear . Excerpts from poems by Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks.

Used by permission of Coleman Barks. ISBN: 978-0-698-40747-3 Version_1 For Anne Taylor

The Journey
You broke the cage and flew. RUMI
Dont Worry
Things take the time they take. Dont worry. How many roads did St. Augustine follow before he became St.

Augustine?

Walking to Indian River
Im ready for spring, but it hasnt arrived. Not yet. Still I take my walk, looking for any early enhancements. Its mostly attitude. Im certain Ill see something. I start down the path, peering in all directions. The mangroves, as always, are standing in their beloved water, their new leaves very small and tender and pale.

And, look! the way the rising sun strikes them, they could be flowers opening!

Roses
Everyone now and again wonders about those questions that have no ready answers: first cause, Gods existence, what happens when the curtain goes down and nothing stops it, not kissing, not going to the mall, not the Super Bowl. Wild roses, I said to them one morning. Do you have the answers? And if you do, would you tell me? The roses laughed softly. Forgive us, they said. But as you can see, we are just now entirely busy being roses.
Moments
There are moments that cry out to be fulfilled.

Like, telling someone you love them. Or giving your money away, all of it. Your heart is beating, isnt it? Youre not in chains, are you? There is nothing more pathetic than caution when headlong might save a life, even, possibly, your own.

The World I Live In
I have refused to live locked in the orderly house of reasons and proofs. The world I live in and believe in is wider than that. And anyway, whats wrong with Maybe? You wouldnt believe what once or twice I have seen.

Ill just tell you this: only if there are angels in your head will you ever, possibly, see one.

Do the Trees Speak?
Do the trees speak back to the wind when the wind offers some invitational comment? As some of us do, do they also talk to the sun? I believe so, and if such belief need rest on evidence, let me just say, Sometimes its an earful. But theres more. If you can hear the trees in their easy hours of course you can also hear them later, crying out at the sawmill.
I Am Pleased to Tell You
Mr. Death, I am pleased to tell you, there are rifts in your long black coat.

Today Rumi (obit. 1273) came visiting, and not for the first time. True he didnt speak with his tongue but from memory, and whether he was short or tall I still dont know. But he was as real as the tree I was under. Just because somethings physical doesnt mean its the greatest. He offered a poem or two, then sauntered on.

I sat awhile feeling content and feeling contentment in the tree also. Isnt everything in the world shared? And one of the poems contained a tree, so of course the tree felt included. Thats Rumi, who has no trouble slipping out of your long black coat, oh Mr. Death.

Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way
If youre John Muir you want trees to live among. If youre Emily, a garden will do.

Try to find the right place for yourself. If you cant find it, at least dream of it. When one is alone and lonely, the body gladly lingers in the wind or the rain, or splashes into the cold river, or pushes through the ice-crusted snow. Anything that touches. God, or the gods, are invisible, quite understandable. But holiness is visible, entirely.

Some words will never leave Gods mouth, no matter how hard you listen. In all the works of Beethoven, you will not find a single lie. All important ideas must include the trees, the mountains, and the rivers. To understand many things you must reach out of your own condition. For how many years did I wander slowly through the forest. What wonder and glory I would have missed had I ever been in a hurry! Beauty can both shout and whisper, and still it explains nothing.

The point is, youre you, and thats for keeps.

I Wake Close to Morning
Why do people keep asking to see Gods identity papers when the darkness opening into morning is more than enough? Certainly any god might turn away in disgust. Think of Sheba approaching the kingdom of Solomon. Do you think she had to ask, Is this the place?
Meadowlark
Has anyone seen meadowlark? Ive been looking for probably forty years now unsuccessfully. He used to live in the field I crossed many a morning heading to the woods, truant again from school. There were no meadowlarks in the school.

Which was a good enough reason for me not to want to be there. But now its more serious. There is no field, neither have the woods survived. So, where is meadowlark? If anyone has seen him, please would you let me know posthaste?

The Wildest Storm
Yesterday the wildest storm I ever witnessed flew past west to east, a shaggy howling sky-beast flinging hail even as lightning printed out its sizzling unreadable language followed by truly terrible laughter. But, no. Maybe it wasnt laughter but a reminder we need seemingly something to do with power.

What could it be? What could it be? What do you think it could be?

Cobb Creek
Its morning at the creek-edge and the question is: Shall I jump as usual and enjoy, as I have hundreds of times, the casual down-thrust of my legs on the other side? Certain facts are unavoidable, still something in me refuses to abdicate. I dont spend much time on it. I jump and for the first time in my seventy-seven years I fall in. What a beautiful splash!
Nothing Is Too Small Not to Be Wondered About
The cricket doesnt wonder if theres a heaven or, if there is, if theres room for him. Its fall. Romance is over.

Still, he sings. If he can, he enters a house through the tiniest crack under the door. Then the house grows colder. He sings slower and slower. Then, nothing. This must mean something, I dont know what.

But certainly it doesnt mean he hasnt been an excellent cricket all his life.

Whistling Swans
Do you bow your head when you pray or do you look up into that blue space? Take your choice, prayers fly from all directions. And dont worry about what language you use, God no doubt understands them all. Even when the swans are flying north and making such a ruckus of noise, God is surely listening and understanding. Rumi said, There is no proof of the soul. But isnt the return of spring and how it springs up in our hearts a pretty good hint? Yes, I know, Gods silence never breaks, but is that really a problem? There are thousands of voices, after all.
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