"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."
"I want to take you on a walk
through the woods
then in the middle of the walk explain
how I usually hate taking walks through the woods
but with you its different
because you’re unusually beautiful.
Then at the end of the walk confess
I lied earlier
I love taking walks through the woods
I just can’t ever remember
what I love until I’m at the end of it."