Felicity
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 Oliver’s 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 describes—with joy—the strangeness and wonder of human connection.  As in Blue Horses, Dog Songs, and A Thousand Mornings, with Felicity Oliver honors love, life, and beauty. 

Felicity Details

TitleFelicity
Author
LanguageEnglish
ReleaseOct 13th, 2015
PublisherPenguin Press
ISBN-139781594206764
Rating
GenrePoetry, Nonfiction, Environment, Nature, Adult

Felicity Review

  • ☘Misericordia☘ ~ The Serendipity Aegis ~ ⚡ϟ⚡ϟ⚡⛈ ✺❂❤❣
    January 1, 1970
    While a number of verses were questionably poetic, some gems are in here as well:Q:Things take the time they take. Don’tworry (c)Q:Some words will never leave God’s mouth,no matter how hard you listen. (c)Q:Do the trees speak back to the windwhen the wind offers some invitational comment? (c)Q:All important ideas must include the trees,the mountains, and the rivers. (c)Q:The point is, you’re you, and that’s for keeps. (c)Q:Love is the one thing the heart cravesand love is the one thingyou can’t While a number of verses were questionably poetic, some gems are in here as well:Q:Things take the time they take. Don’tworry (c)Q:Some words will never leave God’s mouth,no matter how hard you listen. (c)Q:Do the trees speak back to the windwhen the wind offers some invitational comment? (c)Q:All important ideas must include the trees,the mountains, and the rivers. (c)Q:The point is, you’re you, and that’s for keeps. (c)Q:Love is the one thing the heart cravesand love is the one thingyou can’t steal. (c)Q:“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there.” RUMIQ:When one is alone and lonely, the bodygladly lingers in the wind or the rain,or splashes into the cold river, orpushes through the ice-crusted snow.Anything that touches.(c)
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  • Cathrine
    January 1, 1970
    Oh reach into the night sky and hand me 5 starsso I can give you a 10 star review!
  • Jeannie
    January 1, 1970
    I really enjoy Mary Oliver's poetry. She writes a lot about nature and animals. This book has poems about love. They are beautiful. I Don't Want to LoseI don't want to lose a single threadfrom the intricate brocade of this happiness.I want to remember everything.Which is why I'm lying awake, sleepybut not sleepy enough to give it up.Just now, a moment from a year ago:the early morning light, the deft, sweetgesture of your hand reaching for me.
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  • Jenny (Reading Envy)
    January 1, 1970
    This isn't where I would start with Mary Oliver, and it pains me to give this collection only 3 stars. But they are a bit thin on connection and insight compared to her normal works.Here is my favorite:MomentsThere 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, isn't it?You're not in chains, are you?There is nothing more pathetic than cautionwhen headlong might save a life,even, possibly, your own.
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  • Ammara Abid
    January 1, 1970
    Humility Poems arrive ready to begin.Poets are only the transportation.For Tom Shaw S.S.J.E. (1945–2014) Where has this cold come from?“It comes from the death of your friend.”Will I always, from now on, be this cold?“No, it will diminish. But alwaysit will be with you.”What is the reason for it?“Wasn’t your friendship always as beautifulas a flame?”
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  • Maria
    January 1, 1970
    Things take the time they take. Don'tworry.How many roads did St. Augustine followbefore he became St. Augustine?That is how Mary Oliver starts The Journey, the first part of her latest book that goes by the name of Felicity. How brilliantly appropriate, wouldn't you say? Reading this first poem titled Don't Worry on the very first day of a new year. Makes you think about the urgency of the resolutions whispered before midnight...Mary Oliver's voice feels familiar, as if you have been listening Things take the time they take. Don'tworry.How many roads did St. Augustine followbefore he became St. Augustine?That is how Mary Oliver starts The Journey, the first part of her latest book that goes by the name of Felicity. How brilliantly appropriate, wouldn't you say? Reading this first poem titled Don't Worry on the very first day of a new year. Makes you think about the urgency of the resolutions whispered before midnight...Mary Oliver's voice feels familiar, as if you have been listening to it since the moment you took your very first breath. Inner peace in the middle of the turmoil that is life, that's how I would describe her voice. There's a wiseness to it... Not self-proclaimed, though. There's respect, to each her/his own pace. She sees with her heart, her hopes and fears, and she then lays these portraits gently on the page with the help of words.Only if there are angels in your head will you ever, possibly, see one.If I were you, I would buy this book and read a poem a day. I believe it might be one of the ingredients of the recipe to happiness. And if you don't find it in her voice, do not give up. One will come that will resonate with you.And just like that, like a simple neighborhood event, a miracle is taking place.I honestly believe Felicity is the reassuring hand as you take a leap of faith, as you dive in head first into the immense universe that is life. Even through the darkest moments, it will guide you.Every day has something in it whose name is Forever.
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  • Mahsa
    January 1, 1970
    It seems you love this world very much.“Yes,” I said. “This beautiful world.”And you don’t mind the mind, that keeps youbusy all the time with its dark and bright wonderings?“No, I’m quite used to it. Busy, busy,all the time.”And you don’t mind living with those questions,I mean the hard ones, that no one can answer?“Actually, they’re the most interesting.”And you have a person in your life whose handyou like to hold?“Yes, I do.”It must surely, then, be very happy down therein your heart.“Yes,” It seems you love this world very much.“Yes,” I said. “This beautiful world.”And you don’t mind the mind, that keeps youbusy all the time with its dark and bright wonderings?“No, I’m quite used to it. Busy, busy,all the time.”And you don’t mind living with those questions,I mean the hard ones, that no one can answer?“Actually, they’re the most interesting.”And you have a person in your life whose handyou like to hold?“Yes, I do.”It must surely, then, be very happy down therein your heart.“Yes,” I said. “It is.” Beautiful, touching...
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  • David
    January 1, 1970
    This is the fourth collection of Mary Oliver poems I've read and I'm still completely in awe.
  • Inga Pizāne
    January 1, 1970
    Tādi teikumi kā "Everything that was broken has forgotten its brokenness" vai "Without spring who knows what would happen" manī iespiežas neatgriezeniski. Un dzejolis "Storage", ko gribas atdzejot latviski. Šī ir dzeja, kas pamodina, un pamosties pavasarī ir bezgala svarīgi.
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  • James
    January 1, 1970
    Mary Oliver's latest collection is a rumination on love. Unfortunately, it takes her away from the natural world, searching a bit more in the ephemeral. Her strongest work has always been about looking at little moments and finding deeper meaning there. Without that connection to the physical world, there is something just self-helpy and feel good without feeling substantial. There are, of course, some beautiful moments because she's a wonderful writer and poet, but this thin book (the poems are Mary Oliver's latest collection is a rumination on love. Unfortunately, it takes her away from the natural world, searching a bit more in the ephemeral. Her strongest work has always been about looking at little moments and finding deeper meaning there. Without that connection to the physical world, there is something just self-helpy and feel good without feeling substantial. There are, of course, some beautiful moments because she's a wonderful writer and poet, but this thin book (the poems are printed on every other page) is a disappointment.
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  • Diane Barnes
    January 1, 1970
    I prefer her poems about nature, but still, these are just beautiful. A surprise find at the library when I went in to renew my card.
  • Clara Biesel
    January 1, 1970
    How have I lived my life without Mary Oliver? I read this book in one sitting, but I will read it again and again. She reminds me of Annie Dillard, in that she lets me feel like I am not too extreme in my responses to the world. Any advice on which of her collections read next?
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  • Rachel (Kalanadi)
    January 1, 1970
    3.5 stars. The first section "The Journey" was wonderful. The second, mostly love poems, wasn't quite my thing. Still not sure what my taste in poetry really is, but I suspect love poems are not it.
  • Kathleen
    January 1, 1970
    The word “felicity” has multiple meanings, and here Mary Oliver certainly displays both “intense happiness” and plenty of “apt expressions.” 80 years old when this was published, these poems reflect a lightness, as if she’s shedding previously held beliefs, distilling ideas down to their essence, laughing a bit at life, unafraid.Most in this collection have that quiet intensity that I expected from Oliver. A few didn’t touch me, but the ones that did left a lasting impression. Here are just two The word “felicity” has multiple meanings, and here Mary Oliver certainly displays both “intense happiness” and plenty of “apt expressions.” 80 years old when this was published, these poems reflect a lightness, as if she’s shedding previously held beliefs, distilling ideas down to their essence, laughing a bit at life, unafraid.Most in this collection have that quiet intensity that I expected from Oliver. A few didn’t touch me, but the ones that did left a lasting impression. Here are just two lines from one of my favorites, “Leaves and Blossoms along the Way.”Try to find the right place for yourself.If you can’t find it, at least dream of it.
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  • Martha
    January 1, 1970
    I so enjoyed this "fix" of Mary Oliver's poetry. It is spare but never sparse, and full of awe. This explores love. As I read my heart rate slowed and a great, thinking calm came over me.
  • Les
    January 1, 1970
    Every April, I have great intentions of reading a lot of poetry for National Poetry Month, but I rarely succeed. This year, I paid a visit to my library and came home with several collections from a variety of poets: Mary Oliver, Ursula Le Guin, Billy Collins and Marge Piercy. I dipped into a few, but it wasn't until I picked up Felicity that I felt like I had found something I could honestly say I enjoyed. I'm not a huge fan of poetry, but Mary Oliver's poems speak to me with their simple and c Every April, I have great intentions of reading a lot of poetry for National Poetry Month, but I rarely succeed. This year, I paid a visit to my library and came home with several collections from a variety of poets: Mary Oliver, Ursula Le Guin, Billy Collins and Marge Piercy. I dipped into a few, but it wasn't until I picked up Felicity that I felt like I had found something I could honestly say I enjoyed. I'm not a huge fan of poetry, but Mary Oliver's poems speak to me with their simple and clear words. I look forward to reading more of her works in Dog Songs, Why I Wake Early and A Thousand Mornings. Here are a few gems that I enjoyed reading several times during the month:Don't WorryThings take the time they take. Don't worry.How many roads did St. Augustine followbefore he became St. Augustine?Walking to Indian RiverI'm ready for spring, but it hasn't arrived.Not yet.Still I take my walk, looking for anyearly enhancements.It's mostly attitude. I'm certainI'll see something.I start down the path, peering inall directions.The mangroves, as always, are standing in theirbeloved water,their new leaves very small and tenderand pale.And, look! the way the rising sun strikes them,they could be flowersopening!StorageWhen I moved from one house to anotherthere were many things I had no room for. What does one do? I rented a storagespace. And filled it. Years passed.Occasionally I went there and looked in,but nothing happened, not a singletwinge of the heart.As I grew older the things I caredabout grew fewer, but were moreimportant. So one day I undid the lockand called the trash man. He tookeverything.I felt like the little donkey whenhis burden is finally lifted. Things!Burn them, burn them! Make a beautifulfire! More room in your heart for love,for the trees! For the birds who ownnothing---the reason they can fly.HumilityPoems arrive ready to begin.Poets are only the transportation.That Tall DistanceThat tall distance wherethe clouds begin,the forge that pounds out the lightningand the black porch where the starsare dressed in lightand arrangement is made for the moon's path---it's these I think of now, aftera lifetime of goldfinches,meandering streams,lambs playing,the passionate hands of the sun,the coolness under the treestalking leaf to leaf,the foxes and the otters sliding on the snow,the dolphins for whom no doubtthe seas were created,the spray of swallows gathering in autumn---after all of thatthe tall distance is what I think of now.That Little BeastThat pretty little beast, a poem,has a mind of its own.Sometimes I want it to crave applesbut it wants red meat.Sometimes I want to walk peacefullyon the shoreand it wants to take off all its clothes and dive in.Sometimes I want to use small wordsand make them importantand it starts shouting the dictionary,the opportunities.Sometimes I want to sum up and give thanks,putting things in orderand it starts dancing around the roomon its four furry legs, laughingand calling me outrageous.But sometimes, when I'm thinking about you,and no doubt smiling,it sits down quietly, on paw under its chin,and just listens.Late SpringFinally the world is beginningto change, its fevers mounting,its leaves unfolding.And the mockingbirds findample reason and breath to fashionnew songs. They do. You cancount on it.As for lovers, they are discoveringnew ways to love. Listen, their windows are open.You can hear them laughing.Without spring who knows what would happen.A lot of nothing, I suppose.The leaves are all in motion nowthe way a young boy rows and rowsin his wooden boat, just to get anywhere.Late, late, but now lovely and lovelier.And the two of us, together---a part of it.There are so many more poems that resonated with me. I believe this is a book to own and read at least once a year!
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  • Mindy
    January 1, 1970
    Please take my rating with a grain of salt. I don't know that I have ever read a book of poetry, it's never really been my thing. So I can only rate by my feelings. Recently Mary Oliver passed away and many people posted examples of her poetry on Instagram. I really enjoyed reading through all the examples. I didn't even know Oliver was a Pulitzer Prize winning poet, which shows my lack of knowledge about poets. I picked up the first book I could find at my local library. Turns out many of the p Please take my rating with a grain of salt. I don't know that I have ever read a book of poetry, it's never really been my thing. So I can only rate by my feelings. Recently Mary Oliver passed away and many people posted examples of her poetry on Instagram. I really enjoyed reading through all the examples. I didn't even know Oliver was a Pulitzer Prize winning poet, which shows my lack of knowledge about poets. I picked up the first book I could find at my local library. Turns out many of the poems are about Spring, so a fortuitous choice. I would definitely try more of her many books.
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  • Pamela
    January 1, 1970
    "Beauty can both shout and whisper, and still/ it explains nothing."I am a fan of Mary Oliver and was thrilled to receive this book from Goodreads as a first-reads giveaway. So many of Oliver's poems lay down a moment and then end with an unexpected line that works like a perfect meditation, which is why I love her work. This collection is focused around God, nature, and love split into three parts entitled The Journey, Love, and Felicity. The Journey is written with Oliver's pastoral tradition "Beauty can both shout and whisper, and still/ it explains nothing."I am a fan of Mary Oliver and was thrilled to receive this book from Goodreads as a first-reads giveaway. So many of Oliver's poems lay down a moment and then end with an unexpected line that works like a perfect meditation, which is why I love her work. This collection is focused around God, nature, and love split into three parts entitled The Journey, Love, and Felicity. The Journey is written with Oliver's pastoral tradition of being in the outdoors. Many of these poems contain questions, exclamations, and there is some occasional preachiness--an experienced life telling the reader to let go, lighten up, trust without worry, pay attention to nature, and other truisms. When the poems are in the moment, when they cut through with precision and pause, the poems are lovely. But some poems felt too easy and ambiguous, leaving me with a sense of dissatisfaction that I am not accustomed to when reading Oliver's work. I enjoyed the Love section, which is more precisely a sharing of gratitude for love between the self and another. Here, the poems felt more personal. And happy in a kind of shared-private-moment way.My favorite poems in this collection were "Roses," "Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way," "I Know Someone," "What a This is Not," and "The Pond," I was disappointed by the unfinished or lacking quality of "Meadowlark," "The Wildest Storm," "Cobb Creek," "Humility," and "This and That."
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  • Alexandria Joy
    January 1, 1970
    From That Little Beast"But sometimes, when I'm thinking about you,and no doubt smiling,it sits down quietly, one paw under its chin,and just listens."So, so pretty.
  • Beth Bonini
    January 1, 1970
    If pressed to name a favourite contemporary poet, Mary Oliver is nearly always the name I reach for. To be honest, though, this is not her strongest collection. It’s surprisingly lightweight - both in the structure and complexity of the poems. Some of the poems, especially those which focus on love and kissing, are actually a bit (I feel bad about saying this) banal. I think of Mary Oliver primarily as a nature poet. She has a notable sense of the ecstatic, and nature is nearly always the inspir If pressed to name a favourite contemporary poet, Mary Oliver is nearly always the name I reach for. To be honest, though, this is not her strongest collection. It’s surprisingly lightweight - both in the structure and complexity of the poems. Some of the poems, especially those which focus on love and kissing, are actually a bit (I feel bad about saying this) banal. I think of Mary Oliver primarily as a nature poet. She has a notable sense of the ecstatic, and nature is nearly always the inspiration for her finest poems. She also connects the sublimity of nature with the (inferred) existence of God (or the divine, or the eternal, or the soul).The Persian poet Rumi - associated with ‘joy and love’ - is referred to frequently in this collection, and usually to good effect. In the final of three sections in the collection, the one title ‘Love’, Oliver leads with a Rumi poem: “Someone who does not run/toward the allure of love/walks a road where nothing lives.” There is a repeated theme of taking chances and flinging oneself headlong into experiences. My favourite of these poems is the poem ‘Moments’. ‘Storage’ and ‘That Tall Distance’ were also standout poems for me. Overall, I liked this collection in bits - in stanzas, or individual thoughts - but I wouldn’t wholeheartedly recommend it to someone who wants to read Mary Oliver’s work for the first time.
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  • Alec Lurie
    January 1, 1970
    Some really great poems about love, earth, and life in general. It's a little Jesus-y though.
  • andy
    January 1, 1970
    Mary OliverSeptember 10, 1935 - January 17, 2019I couldn't hold back the tears when I learned about Mary Oliver today.I love her. Her beautiful work is as important as that of Whitman or Dickinson to me. I went on thru the books I've read of her, but I couldn't choose a favorite. This. No, no, this and so I started reading Felicity. Here it was, in front of me. I Am Pleased to Tell You. Mr. Death did not steal Mary Oliver from us today. I Am Pleased to Tell YouMr. Death, I am pleased to tell you Mary OliverSeptember 10, 1935 - January 17, 2019I couldn't hold back the tears when I learned about Mary Oliver today.I love her. Her beautiful work is as important as that of Whitman or Dickinson to me. I went on thru the books I've read of her, but I couldn't choose a favorite. This. No, no, this and so I started reading Felicity. Here it was, in front of me. I Am Pleased to Tell You. Mr. Death did not steal Mary Oliver from us today. I Am Pleased to Tell YouMr. Death, I am pleased to tell you, thereare rifts in your long black coat. TodayRumi (obit. 1273) came visiting, and not forthe first time. True he didn’t speak withhis tongue but from memory, and whetherhe was short or tall I still don’t know.But he was as real as the tree I wasunder. Just because something’s physicaldoesn’t mean it’s the greatest. Heoffered a poem or two, then sauntered on.I sat awhile feeling content and feelingcontentment in the tree also. Isn’teverything in the world shared? And oneof the poems contained a tree, so ofcourse the tree felt included.That’s Rumi, who has no trouble slipping out ofyour long black coat, oh Mr. Death.Mary Oliver. Felicity (pp. 15-16). Penguin Publishing Group. Kindle Edition. (less)
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  • Arlitia Jones
    January 1, 1970
    This is the last book I will read in 2016. I chose it specifically because it is a book about love and gratitude and engaging with the world, our fellow humans, the trees, the clouds, the dolphins and it's everything we need at the close of this dark passage. Thank you Mary Oliver. I am ready for connection, for a headlong life. 2017, you unknown expanse of time and happening, new books and true hearts, I promise to defend, fight, cherish, resist and celebrate in service of making you the year w This is the last book I will read in 2016. I chose it specifically because it is a book about love and gratitude and engaging with the world, our fellow humans, the trees, the clouds, the dolphins and it's everything we need at the close of this dark passage. Thank you Mary Oliver. I am ready for connection, for a headlong life. 2017, you unknown expanse of time and happening, new books and true hearts, I promise to defend, fight, cherish, resist and celebrate in service of making you the year we learn to love. Here we go.
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  • Kris - My Novelesque Life
    January 1, 1970
    FELICITYWritten by Mary Oliver2015; 96 PagesGenre: poetry★★★★★(I received an ARC from the NETGALLEY in exchange for an honest review.)I heart Mary Oliver! I discovered this poet last year and I have loved every poem she has written. There is something so innocent yet realistic. I enjoy reading the poetry out loud as the words are so beautifully put together. She has become not just a favourite writer but someone I look to for inspiration in my own writing.
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  • South Buncombe Library
    January 1, 1970
    5 stars and if I could just slip a copy to every patron who checks out anything at my library I think we'd all be better people for taking a few minutes to read through Mary Oliver's latest collection. -Sarah"The roses laughed softly. 'Forgive us,'they said, "but as you can see, we arejust now entirely busy being roses.'"
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  • Akylina
    January 1, 1970
    A very beautiful collection of poems which were inspired by nature, personal experiences and life itself. The images they evoked were marvelous and the language the poet used was mesmerising. An instant favourite.A copy was very kindly provided to me by the publisher via NetGalley.
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  • Emily Graham
    January 1, 1970
    On the cusp of a two star rating, but I think my dissatisfaction largely stems from the distance between my mid-twenties existence and her contented reflection from the happy vantage of eighty odd years.
  • Ashley Olson
    January 1, 1970
    Note to self and others: read this when blindly in love. If read when harboring a momentary distaste for love, this book may cause you to think "tell me about love later, Mary Oliver because right now I don't entirely believe you."
  • Linda
    January 1, 1970
    I really enjoyed this book of poetry. Still reading some again, and will buy it soon.
  • Darren
    January 1, 1970
    I won this book as part of a giveaway on a site called read it forward. It is a book of poems. I enjoyed reading it. They are well written poems. I hope to read more books by this author.
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