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.

Dream Work, Grove Atlantic, Inc., 1986 and New and Selected Poems, Beacon Press, 1992


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    • Ann Winfred says

      I cried like a baby the first time I read Wild Geese because in so few words she showed me that I did, indeed, have a special place in this world. I sorely needed that encouragement at that time.

      Hugs –

    • Ann Winfred says

      Hi, Susan. So good to “see” you. Yes, Mary Oliver is the source, for sure. See you again soon, I hope.

      Hugs –

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