What We Say to The Dying
Posted on March 13, 2023 - by Sherry Walling
“I thought: maybe death isn’t darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us— as soft as feathers— that we are instantly weary of looking, and looking, and shut our eyes, not without amazement, and let ourselves be carried, as through the translucence of mica, to the river that is without the least dapple or shadow— that is nothing but light—scalding, aortal light— in which we are washed and washed out of our bones. — from “White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field ”, by Mary Oliver Can Death be About Light? In her poem “White […]
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