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You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert
You only have to let the soft animal of your
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of
are moving across the landscape,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like wild geese, harsh and
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.