When It's Over

Posted by
Sarah Katherine (Suisse, Switzerland) on 17 January 2019 in Plant & Nature and Portfolio.

When Death Comes
by Mary Oliver.
Sept. 10th 1935 - Jan. 17th 2019

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.

- Mary Oliver. 1935 - 2019

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Susy from Allentown, PA, United States

Beautiful expression!!!!

18 Jan 2019 12:26am

Alain from Switzerland

Un très, très bel hommage.

18 Jan 2019 8:58am

Ardith from Richmond, United States

Oh I love that poem....it speaks to me....

18 Jan 2019 2:18pm