I love Mary Oliver's poetry so so so much. ( )

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, isn't it?
You're not in chains, are you?

There is nothing more pathetic than caution
when headlong might save a life,
even, possibly, your own. ( )

The final lines of "Moments" deserve five stars on their own.

There is nothing more pathetic than caution
when headlong might save a life,
even, possibly, your own. ( )

From the very first poem, I loved this book.

St. Augustine, roses being roses, ...

I read the entire (short) book in one sitting.

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I have mentioned in other reviews that Mary Oliver is my favorite poet. She writes about nature and the beauty of life in such a captivating, resonant way and I love her work. I am the sort of person who likes to keep my books in pristine condition (though I have taken to underlining and annotating of late) but Mary’s collections always break me of that habit and I find myself dog-earing pages often as I read.

Some of my favorite poems from Felicity include: Do the Trees Speak?, Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way, I Wake Close to Morning, I Did Think - Let’s Go About This Slowly, That Little Beast, and The Gift.

A few lines that stuck out:

“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.” - from Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way ( )