Saturday, 19 May 2012

A poem for the weekend (plus some news)

Wild Geese by 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.
Before coming to Germany, I left my job and found a new position - all within a couple of weeks. It was quite a busy and slightly crazy time, but I feel a lot better and more relaxed after having had a break at home. This weekend, I will be moving to the new place. More information and pictures on that next week, after I've settled in a little.

1 comment:

  1. great poem! and love this picture, that blue color is so magnetic =) thanks for sharing!!


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