When death comes
Greet him like an old friend
Like a rotting apple
He desires', only what remains
When the door is closed on life
Please enter a new beginning
Like a snake would shed skin
Throw off your coat
For the color is dark
The universe is full of light
Your journey will be long
Rejoice, for you are free
At last...
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I would like to translate this poem
allan, just read a bunch of your poems. i'm partial to the pithy—in, out, done. if you don't know the poems of stephen crane, check him out. you might like him. -glen