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.
—Opening lines of Mary Oliver’s 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.
—Opening lines of Mary Oliver’s Wild Geese
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
—from The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost