The Wild Geese
The Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees for 100 miles through the desert repenting.
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 soft pebbles of rain
are moving across the landscapes –
Over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese high in the clear blue air are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination –
Calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting over and over again
announcing your place in the family of things.
Olmate
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