Thursday, 11 March 2010

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 your 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

Mary Oliver

I found this at and thought I'd share it with you all. :)


Rowan said...

Lovely and true piece of prose.

aromatic said...

That is so lovely... a part of the poem is so relevant to my life at the moment and I need to take heed and move on with stuff......
Thank you Mrs L.
Love Jane xxx

One of the mums said...

Wonderful! Thank-you for that.

Leanne said...

what a lovely piece.

Leanne x