The post from a couple of days ago is fabulous. I wanted to comment on it, but comments are not enabled, nor is there an email to contact her. In fear of the post not being there for long, I am going to post it in entirety here instead of just linking to it. I hope the author doesn't mind, I would normally get permission but I was unable to find a way to contact her!
Both of these poems are beautiful, I hope you enjoy them also.
Susie
Thank you T ~ for your beautiful words and for sharing this work by Mary OliverSome will say,all these years laterthat I failed at this thing, thisbirthmotherhood.If so, and after all, I am grateful.For it was, from the beginning,a koan,the sound of one hand clapping,the tree falling in the forestwith nobody to hear it.And its success issued a callI could never answer:one that demandedI kill off the motherin me.T.To all mothers out there who, through choice or choicelessness, walked this path …may you, in our time, heed another call — that of the Wild Geese.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.
from Dream Work by Mary Oliver
published by Atlantic Monthly Press
© Mary Oliver
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