Geese with Swords
I’m entering this in an art contest. Gonna add color, just thought it would be funny to post. :)
Backstory:
So in our Latin text books, there’s this one story called ‘Manlius, The Gauls and the Geese’ but somehow every year someone translates ‘The Geese honked and woke Manlius up so he could beat up the Gauls’ to ‘Geese with Swords.’ So I’m entering this into the art contest. :)
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Mary Oliver, from Wild Geese
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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.
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A vee of geese. Whose home is the wilderness. 1907. Chapter header.
Internet Archive
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På mormors vis (@gammsystrar)
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u guys have got to start letting the soft animal of your body love what it loves
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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.
Mary Oliver, wild geese
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Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
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Mary Oliver, from "Wild Geese", Dream Work (1986)
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