W.S. Merwin published this contemplation of his death in 1963. He died March 15, 2019.
FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF MY DEATH
Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveler
Like the beam of a lightless star
Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth
And the love of one woman
And the shamelessness of men
As today writing after three days of rain
Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease
And bowing not knowing to what
~ W. S. Merwin
Gladsome Lights 
This conveys an interesting point of view.
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I was surprised that he was thinking about his death when he was relatively young.
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Well, that’s a sobering thought this Sunday morning, to think we unknowingly pass that final calendar day every year!
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I love that you mark the day he didn’t know!
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This is a tad too timely!
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