Wild Geese By 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.

by Alison Cassidy

Comments (18)

Awesome piece. Just Awesome.
Very lovely thank you.
We sometimes feel low, worthless and lonely, but the world offers every body his rightful place on.this globe. We only should be our natural self to make anything great.It is a poem of hope.Great work.
The poem brings out the best of your imagination. You can imagin every discription of the poem. The poem makes you think about the good things in life, and even though you might be in dispair; the sun will still be shining, and the world will always be turning, and do what you love to do. Ultimatly you should always look on the bright side of life, and you always have a place in the world, and that you were put on this earth for a reason.
The world is both good and bad. But we are a part of it and we can not sit on the side. Sometimes we see the evil and decide to hide. That we can not do. We have to be strong and try to make a difference. We have to do something no matter how small it seems, is actually big. Great poem. Hopefully I understood it right
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