WILD GEESE
Mary Oliver
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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spring fragrances are in the air
birds are chirping
geese are flying
green is peeking
oh happy days
’till next time
love
lynne
*** photo was found using google search, pixaby free images
8 comments:
There are wild geese all over our neighborhood, they are sweet and love the water. I think I will regard them differently after reading your poem...thoughtful, driven, purposeful.
Hello Lynne,
Lovely poem and capture of the geese. The sky is a pretty color too. I have been waking to the birds chirping, spring is in the air. Enjoy your day!
Perfection. Mary Oliver knows how to say it -- and so do you!
Beautiful picture.. eagerly waiting for the spring..
A perfect pairing for today.
Yes, the world goes on...No Spring in our air...still in the 30's..warmer this weekend then cold again...pretty picture..well said xxoo
I love Mary Oliver. Just bought her new collection of poems -Devotions.
Beautiful... just beautiful... blessings and hugs ~ tanna
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