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07 August 2012 @ 09:26 pm
all is poetry is all  
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.
showmeshine on August 14th, 2012 12:48 am (UTC)
wow, this is wonderful! i haven't read her before...

"You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves."

this says it all to me right now. i'm so thankful for it!
.ella.marie.applgreenicecrm on August 14th, 2012 03:24 am (UTC)
I found it in a little poetry anthology I picked up several months ago, called "Risking Everything." It seemed an appropriate volume to pick up last week. :)

Glad you enjoyed it!!