The name is Elaine or Ien or Pssst or Hoy ...or whatever suits you
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...26 with fine lines and wrinkles already
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Monday, August 8
When Death Comes
by Mary Oliver
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 a 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.
a very timely serendipity...
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