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 clear pebbles of the rain           are moving across the landscapes,           over the prairies and the deep trees,           the mountains and the rivers.…