Wednesday, September 30, 2009

the poem over my desk

was left there by the previous lecturer. I like it, though, so I kept it.

Wild Geese
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.

Back to school, both teaching and studying.

1 comment:

  1. Mary Oliver's poems always amaze me with how beautifully she describes happenings and feelings. You have another poem to add over your desk, The Summer Day. Carol