- As I was leaving, she kind of blew kisses and said, "I love you and goodbye."

But the last thing that she said was, "No moping.

No moping."

To me, you could look at every poem that she's written and say, "Is the underlying message here no moping?"

"Meanwhile, the world goes on."

"Meanwhile, everything is happening."

"Meanwhile, the wild geese."

- [Mary] 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.

- You can read it a hundred times and hear it differently every time.

Who is the you, and what does good even mean?

- It's a wild goose.

It's the wild geese.

We think of wild as chaotic, but wild is harmonious with the wilderness, which is where we all came from.

We're born wild.

- I think people feel a lot of pressure to be good by external metrics.

One of the things she learned by being dedicated to nature was that that question doesn't follow deer and it doesn't follow bees.

Why are we putting this on ourselves?

(cheerful music)