The longer we are together
the larger death grows around us.
How many we know by now
who are dead! We, who were young,
now count the cost of having been.
And yet as we know the dead
we grow familiar with the world.
We, who were young and loved each other
ignorantly, now come to know
each other in love, married
by what we have done, as much
as by what we intend.
turns white with our ripening
as though to fly away in some
coming wind, bearing the seed
of what we know.
It was bitter to learn
that we come to death as we come
to love, bitter to face
the just and solving welcome
that death prepares.
But that is bitter
only to the ignorant, who pray
it will not happen.
the bitter way to better prayer, we have
the sweetness of ripening.
to know you by the signs of this world!
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