When death comes, I want to step through the door
full of curiosity, wondering: what it's going to be like,
that cottage of darkness? And therefore I look upon
everything as a brotherhood and 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
as a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth.
full of curiosity, wondering: what it's going to be like,
that cottage of darkness? And therefore I look upon
everything as a brotherhood and 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
as a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth.
Mary Oliver
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