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 your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and…
This is the poem that I had to “rewrite” for an assignment during my junior year of high school that started my love affair with poetry.
“rewrite” for an assignment during my junior year...high school that started my love...