The Poetry of Home
Wild Geese -
The Poetry of Home
A poem is not only written in words; it is felt in rhythm, in pauses, in the way light and breath move through a space. A home, too, can be seen as a poem of sorts - a composition of form, texture, and meaning, where every element contributes to a sense of presence. The objects we live with, the art we choose, the way space is held - these are our lines and stanzas, shaping the atmosphere around us.
This collection is curated in response to Wild Geese by Mary Oliver, a poem that speaks to belonging, to the vast and gentle embrace of the natural world, to the call that draws us back to ourselves.
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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This curation is an invitation - to think of your home not just as a space to inhabit, but as something alive, something that breathes, something that calls you home - to curate the art and furniture and objects as part of the rhythm, the cadence, the unfolding of a lived-in poem.
