• Editor’s Note: In recognition of National Poetry Month, each week in April a poem will be published in Lifestyle. This week is Mary Oliver’s, “Wild Geese,” from her collection “New and Selected Poems.” Oliver’s poetry has won numerous awards,
• Editor’s Note: In recognition of National Poetry Month, each week in April a poem will be published in Lifestyle. This week is Mary Oliver’s, “Wild Geese,” from her collection “New and Selected Poems.” Oliver’s poetry has won numerous awards, including the Pulitzer Prize, the National Book Award and a Lannan Literary Award.
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.
