“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
“Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.”
“Listen–are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?”
“Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.”
like the hungry bear in autumn
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
when death comes
like the measle-pox;
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,
as a field daisy, and as singular,
tending as all music does, toward silence,
precious to the earth.
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
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.