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 (10)

We all need a lift from the troubles in this world. Good meaning for all.
A great poem packed with wisdom and full of positivity. CP
very well written linda...a deep appreciation of the ups and downs like can throw at you i can identify with your emphesis on understand its more of an exasperated cry for assimilating the reality of life and existence very well done cheers an ten
oh, a wonderful poem indeed. Capturing the essense of life, the human impotence of understanding
A real life poetry which makes one to see through. Simply beautiful, Linda.......10/10.
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