Art: Hiroshige (1797 - 1858) Japanese Woodblock print "Wild Geese against the Full Moon"
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,
call to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Announcing your place in the family of things
The other day I was looking through poems by Mary Oliver and ran across this one. Seems like a good day for a poem. I've probably run this before, but here it is again:
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