Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Wild Geese By Mary Oliver (A Feature)

You don't have to be good,
you don't have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, reporting.
you only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on,
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of
the rain are moving cross the landscapes,
over the prairies and the rivers,
meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
whoever you're, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place,
in the family of things.

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