"I am lovers with what hasn't a name: the inside of wind,

the stutter of rain ..." ❤ excerpt (c) Amy Schutzer


Monday, December 6, 2010

~ Wild Geese by Mary Oliver ~


~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.

Mary Oliver

7 comments:

renilde said...

The world offers itself to your imagination, yes and what a beautiful gift it is!

Melodie said...

I loved this!

mxtodis123 said...

I love this. Thank you.
Mary

AkasaWolfSong said...

Mary Oliver is one of my very favorite poets and I so love this poem!

Thank You for sharing it today!

In Joy...

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Mary Oliver is a favorite of mine also.
Love your image.
Take care of yourself :)

Robyn Campbell said...

Love this one. Love The Journey too. And Morning Poem. The pic is so precious. Ivy loves it. Precious. :)

Ruthie Redden said...

Beautiful words, and how true.

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