I've now a new sense of dread to hear that a loved one will be dead,
Endeavoring to smother my fear with common cares as a cause instead,
Because I fear myself and how I will fill received news and tears shed,
Will I dwell with life previously led and things I may-not but may have said?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Things sometimes happen like that in life