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Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walkon your knees
for a hundred miles though the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love that it loves
Tell me about your dispair, 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.
Mean while the 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.
cant remeber who wrote this .. its in some book =P
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walkon your knees
for a hundred miles though the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love that it loves
Tell me about your dispair, 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.
Mean while the 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.
cant remeber who wrote this .. its in some book =P