SELECT TITLES ALSO BY MARY OLIVER POETRY American Primitive Dream Work New and Selected Poems, Volume One White Pine The Leaf and the Cloud What Do We Know Why I Wake Early New and Selected Poems, Volume Two Swan A Thousand Mornings Dog Songs Blue Horses PROSE Blue Pastures Winter Hours A Poetry Handbook PENGUIN PRESS An imprint of Penguin Random House LLC 375 Hudson Street New York, New York 10014 penguin.com Copyright © 2015 by Mary Oliver Penguin supports copyright. Copyright fuels creativity, encourages diverse voices, promotes free speech, and creates a vibrant culture. Thank you for buying an authorized edition of this book and for complying with copyright laws by not reproducing, scanning, or distributing any part of it in any form without permission. You are supporting writers and allowing Penguin to continue to publish books for every reader. Acknowledgments to the original publishers of several poems appear here. Excerpts from poems by Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks. Used by permission of Coleman Barks. ISBN: 978-0-69840747-3 Version_1 CONTENTS Also by Mary Oliver Title Page Copyright Dedication The Journey Don’t Worry Walking to Indian River Roses Moments The World I Live In Do the Trees Speak? I Am Pleased to Tell You Leaves and Blossoms Along the Way I Wake Close to Morning Meadowlark The Wildest Storm Cobb Creek Nothing Is Too Small Not to Be Wondered About Whistling Swans Storage Humility For Tom Shaw S.S.J.E. That Tall Distance This Morning Love When Did It Happen? The First Day I Know Someone No, I’d Never Been to This Country I Did Think, Let’s Go About This Slowly This and That How Do I Love You? That Little Beast What This Is Not Everything That Was Broken Except for the Body Not Anyone Who Says The Pond Late Spring A House, or a Million Dollars I Don’t Want to Lose I Have Just Said The Gift Felicity A Voice from I Don’t Know Where Acknowledgments Note For Anne Taylor The Journey “You broke the cage and flew.” RUMI Don’t Worry Things take the time they take. Don’t worry. How many roads did St. Augustine follow before he became St. Augustine? Walking to Indian River I’m ready for spring, but it hasn’t arrived. Not yet. Still I take my walk, looking for any early enhancements. It’s mostly attitude. I’m certain I’ll see something. I start down the path, peering in all directions. The mangroves, as always, are standing in their beloved water, their new leaves very small and tender and pale. And, look! the way the rising sun strikes them, they could be flowers opening!