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 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.
I
fell in love with this poem the very first time I read it last year. Since then, I have revisited the poem on
several occasions. Her words are so
beautiful. Each time I read the poem, I
feel comforted by Mary Oliver’s message.
She gently conveys the idea that we should give up our guilt, let go of
our sins. The universe is
forgiving. Despite the grief in our
lives, we can all find comfort.
This free verse poem
uses such simple language, and yet it is packed with incredibly rich imagery. I love her phraseologies “the soft animal of
your body” and “the clear pebbles of the rain.” She is able to communicate her emotion so
elegantly in these metaphors.
I recently took
note of this sentence as well: “Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue
air, /are heading home again.” At first, this line did not seem particularly
significant to me, but with further contemplation, I recognized a
complexity. Although I am a mere
dilettante in the avian field, I do know that wild geese do not always “fly
home” in the same direction. When it
gets cold, birds fly southwards, and when it is warm, birds migrate northwards. Mary Oliver does not define “home” for the birds;
instead, she leaves their destination ambiguous. This adds an interesting complexity to the overall
meaning of the poem. We might not know
where home is, for ourselves or for the wild geese, and that is okay. In fact, it is natural. We still have our
place in “the family of things.”
I think this poem is so beautiful! I love it and will definitely always remember it. I love the notes you make about her phraseologies and the complexity of the meaning of home. It does give this poem some ambiguity, leaving us readers pondering where "home" could be - if it is our hometown, where our families are, or some place we have not yet discovered. I really like those poem and your thoughts on it.
ReplyDeleteLillie - such thoughtful work on this poem. I love your point about the geese, and that home can mean many things to all of us. On another reading I see comfort in the patterns of nature, and that perhaps this comfort is an offering to us. A great poem for practicing self-compassion, which I'm afraid we all have a hard time coming by.
ReplyDeleteThank you!