By Mary Oliver
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,
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.