<p><i>''And just like that, like a simple</i><br><i>neighbourhood event, a miracle is</i><br><i>taking place.''</i><br><i><br>''If I have any secret stash of poems, anywhere, it might be about love, not anger,''</i> Mary Oliver once said in an interview. Finally, in <i>Felicity</i>, we can immerse ourselves in Oliver''s love poems. Here, great happiness abounds. <br><br>Our most delicate chronicler of physical landscape, Oliver has described her work as loving the world. With <i>Felicity </i>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.</p>