Poem: Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

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I came across this poem today by Mary Oliver and felt a little bond with it because today I am feeling a little grey, despite Jose's best attempts to cheer me up by his endless teasing about my alarm clock story. I must think of new material so he has something new to have a yarn about tomorrow.

 

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.

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