No, I don't feel death coming.
I feel death going:
having thrown up his hands,
for the moment.
I feel like I know him
better than I did.
Those arms held me,
for a while,
and, when we meet again,
there will be that secret knowledge
between us.
Those arms held me, for a while, and, when we meet again, there will be that secret knowledge between us.......so touching. A great philosophical poem is amazingly shared.
He died at 63. so young? ! Too much stress during his life. STRESS can quicken death. That's a fact. A thought provoking poem, very simple, but for many readers his message reached many readers around the world. He had suffered very much, I reckon. A well deserved choice of PH. CONGRATULATIONS to his beloved family.
First name ever last name greatest like a sprained ankle boy i aint nothing to play wit
Yes, one of his best indeed. I liked the philosophical write.
Interesting poem, to say the least. Congrats on being chosen 'POD'.
Deeply philosophical poem. One of the best i have read in recent times. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One of the best poems by James Baldwin..............