by Mary Oliver
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 measles-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 is 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.
si respectand traditia trimt leapsa mai departe catre: Hermy; Marius si Dorin.
6 comments:
Frumoasa poezie, da' n-ai zis de unde ai primit-o si n-ai pus linkuri pe numele prietenilor tai sa ii cunoastem si noi. :)
poate intram in detalii la leapsa urmatoare; da trebuie sa invatz cum se face.
asa deci ? dai cu lepse? :D
las' ca ti-o intorc eu inapoi :))
P.S. si la mine e prima leapsa pe care o primesc :P
prima data e mereu speciala;
tu pentru mine ai, o leapsa!? unde.... sa o vad :P
Am crezut ca ai invatat deja... (adica vazand la altii) :)
oare cum fac altii ca sa vada commenturile la timpu' lor? :)
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