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Month: May 2021

“Wild Geese”: Interpretation

“Wild Geese”: Interpretation

“Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver (read by Mary Oliver):

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 your 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.


Mary Oliver is an American poet who won the National Book Award and Pulitzer Prize. A standout feature from her poems is the force of nature, rather than the human world, to give meaning and purpose in life. Her writing is simple, filled with natural imagery, and is one of the most influential poets to have lived.

Reading this poem for the first time pushed me to the verge of tears. Here are three takeaways from this short but powerful piece by the late Mary Oliver.

1. Be gentle with yourself

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.

A restless pursuit of purpose and an innate sense of frustration are two fundamental qualities of the human experience. In times of failure, it is tempting to punish one’s own flaws in the pursuit for moral perfection.

In Wild Geese, Mary Oliver acknowledges this temptation but encourages another approach. With the instruction to …only have to let the soft animal of your body/ love what it loves, Oliver’s message is clear: to turn to nature and follow one’s heart.

Indeed, Oliver’s description of people as soft animals suggests that we simply cannot strive for perfection; that the virtue of life predisposes one to flaws. As Marion Woodman put it,
To strive for perfection is to kill love because perfection does not recognize humanity.

2. Nature as steadfast movement

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.

It’s easy to forget that the world keeps moving even when we stand still.

When I’m bored or tired, I like to go outside and stare at the clouds. It always surprises me how fast the clouds move when you really observe. This practice helps put into perspective where my problems sit in the scope of the Universe and how little they usually matter.

Life and movement is all around us. Perhaps an antidote to the feeling of stagnation and paralysis is to simply surround ourselves with nature – an activity Mary Oliver would undoubtedly encourage.

3. Announcing your place

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.

Here, Mary Oliver marries the reader to nature. Just as one can hear wild geese calling, so too can we hear the world calling us to explore our creativity and unashamedly share our gifts with the world.

Lastly, the last two lines of …announcing your place/ in the family of things promises that our existence has a role to play in the world. That even though our lives can feel lonely, we can find respite in the grandeur of nature.

Credits: Maria Papova
Isn’t That Enough?

Isn’t That Enough?

From Derek Sivers’ extraordinary book Anything You Want: 40 Lessons for a New Kind of Entrepreneur:

I was in Las Vegas for a conference, taking a taxi from the airport to the hotel. I asked the driver, “How long have you lived here?”
He said, “Twenty-seven years.”
“Wow! A lot has changed since then, huh?”
“Yeah. I miss the mob.”
“Huh? Really? What do you mean?”
“When the mafia ran this town, it was fun. There were only two numbers that mattered: how much was coming in, and how much was going out. As long as there was more in than out, everyone was happy. But then the whole town was bought up by these damn corporations full of MBA weasels micromanaging, trying to maximize the profit from every square foot of floor space. Now the place that used to put ketchup on my hot dogs tells me it’ll be an extra twenty-five cents for ketchup! It sucked all the fun out of this town! Yeah, I miss the mob.”

Sometimes MBA types would ask me, “What’s your growth rate? What’s your retained earnings rate as a percentage of gross? What are your projections?”
I’d just say, “I have no idea. I don’t even know what some of that means. I started this as a hobby to help my friends, and that’s the only reason it exists. There’s money in the bank and I’m doing fine, so no worries.”
They’d tell me that if I analyzed the business better, I could maximise profitability. Then I’d tell them about the taxi driver in Vegas.

Never forget why you’re really doing what you’re doing. Are you helping people? Are they happy? Are you happy? Are you profitable? Isn’t that enough?

Related: The Parable of the Mexican Fisherman

People as Rivers

People as Rivers

A quote from Leo Tolstoy, quickly emerging as one of my favourite writers of all time:

One of the most widespread superstitions is that every man has his own special, definite qualities; that a man is kind, cruel, wise, stupid, energetic, apathetic, etc. Men are not like that. We may say of man that he is more often kind than cruel, oftener wise than stupid, oftener energetic than apathetic, or the reverse; but it would be false to say of one man that he is kind and wise, of another that he wicked and foolish. And yet we always classify mankind in this way. And this untrue.

Men like like rivers: the water is the same in each, and alike in all; but every river is narrow here, is more rapid there, here slower, there broader, now clear, now cold, now dull, now warm. It is the same with men. Every man carries in himself the germs of every human quality, and sometimes one manifests itself, sometimes another, and the man often becomes unlike himself, while still remaining the same man.

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