the world goes on

2.03.2014


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

13 comments:

  1. Uh, I hope this means that things are OK.

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    1. interesting! I see only that things are good in these words!! all is well here, mate!

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  2. Beautiful image and words dear chickory. So pleased that you are well. My world can be as wonderful as I wish, all I have to do is use my imagination and call on happy memories.
    I love your new site, it is beautiful.
    xoxoxo ♡

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    1. I took that photo from the TV during "winged migration". Have you seen it? I agree, an attitude shift is all that is often needed. Thanks for your kind words about the site - I did not design it, i got it from "blog milk". Lovely to see you, Dianne.

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  3. The poem is lovely. I love the new look of your blog too! Glad you are back on the blog.

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    1. Ms Oliver is a wonder. Its nice to be back, I think a re-design was needed in the same way that your art room must be cleaned before you can create in it. wish I could say I designed it but I didn't. its "blog milk". good to be back! thanks Foamy

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  4. That is a beautiful and crisp work. Something to aspire to.

    Best a Rottweiler? Once bitten…I know my place. But, ah, the good ol' days! If only Sir Percy was well enough to return to the battle field as well. Even the fair Mayden only makes a rare appearance. Good to see you again.

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    1. My good man - it was a season for mad dogs and englishmen-like an unusual confluence of planetary alignment. I must say, it was the greatest time of blogging. And I still do see the fair Mayden in the flesh! Indeed Sir, she is my chicken sitter. Lovely to see you J Cosmo - imagine my delight when I ranged over to see you and found a clever poem.

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    2. I'm delighted that you thought to range in my direction at all. Colour me chuffed. Please give the fair Mayden a hug and a kiss for me.

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  5. Lovely revamp of the blog. I look forward to seeing where it goes . . . Mary Oliver is about the only poet of the past couple decades that I read.

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  6. What a great photo!
    And this poem can touch every thought, every look!

    Greetings from Hellas.
    Yannis Politopoulos

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  7. so lovely to see your pretty face my friend xoxoxo les gang

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