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Wild Geese By Mary Oliver
AC (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

Wild Geese By Mary Oliver

Poem By Alison Cassidy

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.

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Comments (20)

Please don’t say by Alyson Cassidy when the poem is clearly written by Mary Oliver
Nicely penned, poweful structure, well punctuated
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.
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