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 your 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 fields and deep trees, the mountains
And the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in thge 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 th