Today is the first day of the term, and I’m taking for the first time a class in English poetry. My experience with poetry is solely in Spanish. I’m familiar with poetic devices in Spanish…
My first poem for this class was (apparently) a rather popular one:
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.
Our instructor graciously pointed out to this youtube video in which you can see the author reading it. She reads three poems, Tom Dancer’s Gift of a Whitebark Pine Cone, Wild Geese and Peonies. All three quite beautiful I may add.