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Apr 20, 2018bookscoutshawna rated this title 5 out of 5 stars
My cousin, Tonya, gifted me this book 20 years ago when I was a teen, lost in my own notebooks and thoughts. Tonya marked many of her favorite poems throughout the pages, and that was the beginning of my love for Mary Oliver. Mary taught me that there is beauty in a broken heart and there is still beauty to be found even in the darkest days. We always have poetry, a balm for the soul. I will love her forever, and I will never be able to thank my cousin enough for a book that made such an impression on my life. --- 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 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.