Saturday, September 16, 2006

Wild Geese


I was down at the river early this morning. Autumn is coming, and with it, the migration of the geese. I was reminded of the Mary Oliver poem "Wild Geese."
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred 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 clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean 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 announcing your place
in the family of things.

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1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Very beautiful poem. Got me thinking a lot. Thanks for posting it.

9:02 PM, September 16, 2006  

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