A review by sapovnela
Felicity by Mary Oliver

repetitive at times, the section of the journey is way better than the love one, which as a corny person i wasn't expecting; it's a poem itself closing with "A Voice from I Don’t Know Where" (i love love love love).
also, zar repeated multiple times that we're vessels of the things we create and i haven't stopped thinking about it.

side note: read poetry collections in company, not only the poems gain meaning but life itself does, it's like watering a flower (& you are the flower) <333