Мэри Оливер. Когда приходит смерть

When Death Comes 

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.