Friday, November 24, 2006

The Family Of Things...

It's a special day for me today; a milestone, you could say. So I'm including a favourite poem specially for myself. It's called "Wild Geese" and it's 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."


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday Jan- Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.
Enjoy your day!

Lots of Love

Leanne & Nick.

11:22 am  
Anonymous Richard said...

Hi Mum! Happy Birthday! Hope you are having a good day. Has Dad recovered from this morning's egg poaching incident yet? Anything for a bit of attention, eh? Presumably you have hidden his guitar in preparation for tomorrow night?

Really looking forward to it.

Keep up the blogging - all good stuff (though that's no surprise to me is it?).

Happy Birthday again, take it easy, R&K.

2:22 pm  
Blogger Jan said...

Thanks Leanne and Ric; YES I had a lovely day and Picolino's an excellent restaurant... and as for the poached egg incident, Dad's dressinggown (despite the flames that "hurled" up his arm ) is PERFECTLY wearable and he DOESN'T need a new one for Xmas..

8:43 am  
Blogger Susan said...

A belated happy birthday! You have a lovely family Jan!

7:49 pm  
Anonymous debra said...

Happy Birthday for Friday. i love that poem so much - i remember reading it in class. thanks for reminding me about it.
I'm struggling to write haikus in wet devon while stirring christmas fruit - homework as i started a new writing class. Really interesting bunch of people!

9:48 pm  
Blogger Jan said...

Susan:Lovely hearing you. Thankyou!
Debra: Look forward to hearing re this new class. I bet they don't have chocolate biscuits?!

8:10 am  
Anonymous Jonathan said...

A belated "Happy Birthday" with best wishes for this great year to come.

Pleased to see evidence of your leaving 'The Depressed Poet's Society' (a la Plath and co) behind!

Is that Debra from Brimstage Hall? Moved to Devon? & is Haikus a novel in progress?

1:26 pm  
Blogger Jan said...

Hello Jonathan
Good to see you. And Yes, Deb escaped to Devon in January. We miss her very much.
I AM NOW PICKING THE ( PROVERBIAL) BONE, SIR: OK, yes, a little Sylvia Plath ( and I'm glad about that) BUT also (poetry wise ): Mgt Attwood, CarolAnnDuffy, Dylan T, Ted Hughes, UAFanthorpe, Larkin, Elaine Feinstein, Robert Frost, Carol Satyamurti, Moniza Alvi, Connie Bensley, amongst many others, and of course Wendy Cope.. HOW can you forget "The Sorrow Of Socks" "some socks are loners, they can't live in pairs"...) hardly a gang of Depressed Poets, Sir!!
Sorry you couldn't visit yesterday. There are people still with us from your day. But you're welcome anytime.Hope to see you.

3:23 pm  
Blogger adrian the percussionist said...

Almost exact contemporaries:

9:50 pm  

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