Going to sleep, I cross my hands on my chest.
They will place my hands like this.
It will look as though I am flying into myself.
You glorified the final journey by keeping hand crossed on your chest.5***
(Death by Bill Knott.) **Melancholy tone. The poet, perhaps, describing his own death. Heartfelt.
so sad! this poem was so sad that it is just so dark and scarey
Congratulations to the family of the late poet, being chosen as The Classic Poem Of The Day. Happiest am I. A perfect poem presenting death
Lying like that It will look as though he is flying into himself. Simple and short, but the result is a dashing but saddest poem. Top Stars once again.
Seeing the deceased at rest in this position is heartbreaking though it assists in accepting the actual death of their loved one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sad very sad time is running out do something