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Wild Geese

Mary Oliver, Mary Oliver poetry, Secular or Eclectic, Secular or Eclectic poetry,  poetry, [TRADITION SUB2] poetry,  poetry by Mary Oliver
(1935 - ) Timeline

Original Language
English

Secular or Eclectic
Contemporary

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.

 

 

-- from Dream Work, by Mary Oliver

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/ Photo by Rennett Stowe /

Themes

  Bower
  Lover and Beloved
  Mountain
  Sun
  Tree


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American Primitive, by Mary Oliver
Blue Iris: Poems and Essays, by Mary Oliver
Blue Pastures, by Mary Oliver
Dream Work, by Mary Oliver
God of Dirt: Mary Oliver and the Other Book of God, by Thomas W. Mann

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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.


To me this poem is a healing balm, the way it invites us to forgive our own struggles and look beyond them to a larger, living grandeur, of which we are a part.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes...


Winter here in Colorado...

the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting


Look up and see "the wild geese, high in the clean blue air..." Ancient purpose, animal and magnetic, lined up in chevrons across the winter sky. That eternal determination that marks our direction through the world, to be always "heading home again."

The geese continuously call out one to another, as we all do, "over and over announcing your place / in the family of things."

 

 


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