Monday, June 7, 2010

Wild Geese ~ Mary Oliver

Sometimes a beautiful poem can say everything that needs to be said...  Especially a poem by the oh so gifted and beautiful Mary Oliver...

Wild Geese ~ Mary Oliver
Arizona - desertscape, December, 2009

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.


The Quintessential Magpie said...




Gillena Cox said...

lovely poem; i will search to find more of her poems

much love