2 people bested this!1 person is curious. |
Do you think this is the best? 
|
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
Get Great Stuff at 
(and other places we like)
Members that think Wild Geese (Poem) is the best!
Comments
That is a beautiful poem for sure....
I will have to read it carefully over and over again...
Thanks for letting me know about it, Bailey!