Literary Landscape

Words to live and dream by

Wild Geese   
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 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.


“Life is never easy. There is work to be done and obligations to be met—obligations to truth, to justice, and to liberty.”

John F. Kennedy
Float by Leslie Ferguson
don’t go
the sky is rainbow
a confetti world 
beyond the clouds 
there is a skiff
that can take us
oars to steer us
flickers of light
wanderlust speed
I’ve needed you
but I must be only 
a faint misty memory
passing through you
stay and we
can lie together 
as the hull takes on water
we can put eyes
to heaven, dream
a floaty future
in each other’s arms
flecked with paper
and hope
because if you leave
I collapse
I promise to hold on
rescue you from drowning
I’ll do better this time
I’ve learned over the years
how to survive
it’s almost the same
as learning how to love.

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