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Saturday, May 05, 2012

Poem I saw today

When Death Comes
- Mary Oliver

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.


2 Comments:

Anonymous Victor said...

(((I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.)))

There's got to be more to "IT" cause me, myself and i know in our heart of heart that there is and with just "ONE" of Jesus'Cells", "Death" will help salvage "IT".

Does that make any sense?

Peace

7:10 AM  
Blogger crystal said...

Hi Victor,

Yes, I think so :)

12:49 PM  

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