Not My Poem But My Favorite.

I like to write and read poetry, Here is my favorite (not mine, sorry I do not know the author)

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 praries 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 up to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

 

bebitz bebitz
41-45, F
Feb 11, 2009