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 deep trees,
the mountain 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, from Dream Work
The poems of Mary Oliver touch me, they help me find my place in the family of things. She captures the essence of life in the simplest phrases. I am a visual person and her words create images that guide me on my journey as she puts into words things I feel and can’t express. I have always found nature, even in my own garden, a place where I feel I belong. Among plants and living creatures I feel connected and life makes more sense to me. The longer I journey in this life the more I see that happiness for me is living in harmony with nature and keeping my life simple. One of my favorite Mary Oliver poems is The Uses of Sorrow.
The Uses of Sorrow (In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
– Mary Oliver, from Thirst
Today’s post might seem a bit of a stray for a gardening blog but the blog is also about learning life’s lessons! Reading the second poem several years back was an epiphany, a little miracle and the message hit home and I was able to put something difficult in my life into perspective. That also happens to me in the garden where I can hear myself think, away from the distractions and the hustle and bustle of modern life.
In putting this post together I came across a review of Thirst in The Guardian it is a good read.
Wishing you all a wonderful autumn weekend! I hope you take time to go for a walk or sit in your garden!
Happy Gardening!
In my mind I upgraded the ‘like’ button to ‘adored.’ Thanks so much for the introduction to a new-to-me poet.
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Clapping hands…I am so happy to make the introduction!
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Love it! Thanks for sharing this.
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You are welcome Katy : )
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Thanks for sharing these, I also liked them. I also love Jean Francois Millet’s paintings. They revere the earth so much. If I’m not mistaken, he influenced Van Gogh greatly.
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I am happy that the poems and painting resonated with you! It has been a long time since I took art history but I would not be surprised if Millet influenced Van Gogh.
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My Gavatar is giving me trouble lately–always popping up a different account at will, but think LESSONS LEARNED (http://pilgrimstranger39.wordpress.com) from Blogging 201. OK, back to your message today…
When I was a child, my father’s farm in the Panhandle of Texas was directly under the Canadian geese migration pattern. Let that sink in for a minute.
Twice a yearl we were blessed to watch the Canadian geese fly overhead, sometimes changing formation and sometimes dipping down for food or to leave a sick or injured bird. Daddy used to deliberately leave some grain in the fields so they would be able to count on a feast at least one day of their long journey. In our back field he planted maise, a kind of grain that shells out like little brown bb’s. More than once an injured bird would spend a whole season with us waiting for the flock to come again and take them away.
Remembering all this brings tears to my eyes and a lump in my throat. I can’t express how much I appreciate what you have written here and your picture is so appropriate too. Please do more of these.
Take care…
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Thank you Beth for sharing your memories. Your father sounds like a man that lived in harmony with nsture. How amazing to have injured geese recover on his farm.
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Those are lovely poems. Thanks for this post, I was not even aware of this poet.
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You welcome! I hope you get some of her books and read more of her poetry!
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