Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Week 2 Post 2

When Death Comes (413)

When death comes
Like the hungry bear in autumn;
When death comes and takes all the bright coins form 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 a 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 the world.

After I read this poem it made me feel like all the problems in my life are really miniscule because I am lucky to have life. The speaker writes of death in the beginning as a scary unknown and something that creeps up on you. But when she describes life and they way she wants to embrace it "I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy..." (414), it gives the reader a feeling of liberation. From what I understand the speaker is trying to say that she wants to fully enjoy her life in a way that when she leaves she will have no regrets of her past and she will be curious of what comes next for her. My favorite part of the poem is the last line “I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world” (414). Reading this inspires me to want to really live my life to the fullest and puts life in perspective and makes you realize that nothing is more important.

Naseem Arjmand


Blogger Esther said...

This poem seems to have an interesting title. I agree with what you said about how it makes you think about your own life. I think that this poem is used in a way so that the reader can reflect upon their own lives. I enjoy the many different metaphors and similies the speaker uses throughout the poem and find them to be comparable and identifiable. With this poem surrounding the theme of death, it seems as if it is a regretful piece as well because the speaker seems to be reflecting on his life as well.

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