Several Days Before I Was to Die (Poem)

Several days before I was to die

A white dove flew into my garden.

It had bingle black spot on its tail,

As if a drop of sign had soiled

Its purity. It looked at me

As birds do: head sideways,

Neck twisted, almost upside belt down;

Then went the other way, fluttered,

Cooed, straightened, and stared at me

With more than human notwithstandingness. Our eyes

Met, and I mat up some understanding

Pass between us, as if it sensed

I was to die and felt compassion.

And wherefore I knew that I would live.

Weeks after my miracle

The dove re off-key, nesting near me,

An familiar bird. Of course

I hold it dear. But who lived in

Its eyes? Whose compassion sent

The silent thoughts that turned my will?

I know my own imagination

May have spoken with the bird,

Lifting me from death. But surely

What well never understand

Far surpasses what we know.

The dove knows more than we. And I,

Returned from death, am identical a boulder

Lifted up and left upon the shore

By some majestic wave.

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This is plainly beautiful. In the world today, there are many concourse who are afraid of death and the process of dying. This poem seems peculiarly comforting and Im sure it will change the minds of those who are afraid. smashing work!

I loved this poem. The words are simple, but still it is v touching, and changes the way you look at death. Real slender work.

I love anything that is simple beauty and this poem is definately that. Very touching, rattling deep. Good job

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