WILD GEESE BY MARY OLIVER
My second-favorite poem. Read, recite, repeat to someone who needs to hear it. Even if that person is just you.
- •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.