Monday, October 19, 2015

Mary Oliver: "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 the 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.

"Wild Geese" by Mary Oliver. Text as published in Dream Work (The Atlantic Monthly Press, 1986).

Watch the poet read this poem.

Art credit: "Wild Geese in the Sunrise Sky," photograph by Christian Donges © 2008.

1 comment :

  1. That is it, I think. Nature is both thrilling and comforting to me because it announces my "place in the family of things."


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