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, from Dream Work, 1986 Atlantic Monthly Press)
Friday, September 11, 2009
Biden's 9/11 poetry recitation
Speaking of poetry and 9/11, Joe Biden read Mary Oliver's poem "Wild Geese" at the eighth anniversary commemoration of the 9/11 attacks at Ground Zero. A most excellent choice, I think.
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This is my favorite poem that I read with my seventh graders. Please stop making me think I might miss them.
--Amanda
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