Mary Oliver passed away yesterday morning at age 83.
Wild Geese
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lv_4xmh_WtE
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
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
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
in the family of things.
The Summer Day
https://www.vanityfair.com/style/2019/01/mary-oliver-obituary-the-summer-day
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