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Early in the morning August 25, 2006

Posted by marymac in I'm so deep, Poetry.

I’ve become a morning Person lately. This morning, I was lying on my bed and experiencing the beauty of the sound of the rain outside surfing the interweb when I heard something. A harbinger of the coming season, if you will. So….

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

Then when I raised the shade I saw that a wasp had crawled in out of the rain. So I squished it. So much for nature.



1. helen - August 26, 2006

*weeps in despair*

you’re a big meanie

2. your #21 fan - August 26, 2006

A white anglo-saxon protestant crawled in out of the rain and you murdered it!

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