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.
so sad! this poem was so sad that it is just so dark and scarey
(Death by Bill Knott.) **Melancholy tone. The poet, perhaps, describing his own death. Heartfelt.
Oh my this poem brings back memories of when I would go home just to be molested by my father. The absolute pleasure my felt when he pounded all 4 inches in was the absolute best. Later he was murdered.
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You glorified the final journey by keeping hand crossed on your chest.5***