When Death Comes
WHEN DEATH COMES
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
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.
2 responses to ‘When Death Comes’
This is my favorite Mary Oliver poem. Hope you are well dear Bo and finding lots of creative inspiration!
Thank you Amanda! Good to hear from you.