| 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
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
And therefore I look upon everything
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth
and each body a lion of courage, and something
When it's over, I want to say: all my life
When it is over, I don't want to wonder
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
Tuesday, December 8
When Death Comes by Mary Oliver
From New and Selected Poems by Mary Oliver (Beacon Press, 25 Beacon St, Boston, MA 02108-2892, ISBN 0 870 6819 5).