Better than Chocolate



Last summer, while afflicted with movingitis, I posted a favorite poem. Poetry mingles with dark chocolate and summer evening walks on my personal pleasure scale.

Here’s another by the fabulous Mary Oliver. Feel free to leave your own favorite in the comments — poetry tastes best shared.

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 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.

Deborah

Deborah is K-12 educator who nurtures a healthy interest in reading, writing, running, ethics, mystics, and interfaith dialogue.

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  1. Caroline says:

    One of my VERY favorite poems of all time.

  2. Liz W. says:

    One of my favorite is by W.B.Yeats:

    When You Are Old

    When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
    And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
    And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
    Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
    How many loved your moments of glad grace,
    And loved your beauty with love false or true,
    But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
    And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
    And bending down beside the glowing bars,
    Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
    And paced upon the mountains overhead
    And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

  3. Deborah says:

    Liz: Beautiful.

  4. Eve says:

    Deborah, thanks for posting the Mary Oliver. That’s such a beautiful poem–as is the Yeats.

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