Felicity

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Felicity
96 pages; Penguin Press
"The First Day"

After you left
I jumped up and down,
I clapped my hands,
I stared into space.
In those days I was starving for happiness.

So, say it was both silly and serious.
Say it was the first warm sting of possibility.
Say I sensed the spreading warmth of joy.

From Felicity, poet Mary Oliver's latest collection—her 13th. This time, the subject is love.