Monday, 20 January 2014

The {late} Sunday Post/ 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.
Photo by Alistair.

3 comments:

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
Wow that is a 'tactile' piece of poetry! Thanks for sharing it Alistair. ...and Cockenzie never looked so good!
YAM xx

Kat_RN said...

Very nice.
Hope you are warm and cozy up there!
Kat

Rebecca S. said...

I do love Mary Oliver! This is lovely. I'm going to show it to Katie, who has been a bit lonely as of late.

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