I wish to leave the world
By its natural door;
In my tomb of green leaves
They are to carry me to die.
Do not put me in the dark
To die like a traitor;
I am good, and like a good thing
I will die with my face to the sun
One of the more defining poems of Marti character. I can believe nobody else has leave a coment here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My father passed away this afternoon. I followed Jose Marti's sentiments ad had his bed as hospice rolled outside so the sun shined on his face and the gentle breeze blowing on him. He died with the sun on his face as the good man he was.