With Wild Geese

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. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the …

For the Artist at the Start of the Day

May morning be astir with the harvest of night;Your mind quickening to the eros of a new question,Your eyes seduced by some unintended glimpseThat cut right through the surface to a source. May this be a morning of innocent beginning,When the gift within you slips clearOf the sticky web of the personalWith its hurt and …