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.

by Mary Oliver

Comments (11)

Dittoes to what everyone said. Strong emotions, and a revelation, too. Nice work, a[s us]ual.
i was appealed by the sci-fi title...the text is exploring the self of the author, i like this, who would do this without inner strenght...From my little point of view, this is well done sincerely
you're certainly not too young to write a great poem! ! ! This one's a killer! !
Oh no you're not to young... there is always something to look back upon with fond memories. dan
..Beautifully evoked..
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