Seajay Crosson commented on your status. Seajay wrote: "Carole—Thank you for adding this … (Credit to ~MARY OLIVER~ who wrote these classic words!)
memory wisps of Oliver’s poetic flight forever welded to the honking squealing raucous migration across darkening gray skies as air crispens to frost and that wild mass of gleeful, purposeful squawking passes overhead" Facebook responsoe by Seajay Crosson
Hi Aubrey, Carole Lane commented on your status. Carole wrote: "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."
Seajay Crosson commented on your status.
ReplyDeleteSeajay wrote: "Carole—Thank you for adding this …
(Credit to ~MARY OLIVER~ who wrote these classic words!)
memory wisps of Oliver’s poetic flight
forever welded to the
honking squealing raucous migration
across darkening gray skies as
air crispens to frost and
that wild mass of gleeful, purposeful squawking
passes overhead"
Facebook responsoe by Seajay Crosson
Hi Aubrey,
ReplyDeleteCarole Lane commented on your status.
Carole wrote: "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."