Giovanna Marasco

Rookie (22nd September 1992 / A hospital)

In Death - Poem by Giovanna Marasco

I contemplate my life,
Each struggle and each strife.

In death, are we not the same?
Brothers in the soil,
From whence we came?

Here I lie, on my last breath
I've lived my life, I welcome death.

Comments about In Death by Giovanna Marasco

  • Muhammad Hesham (9/4/2007 4:29:00 PM)

    A very good poem that leaves the reader face to face with the perplexing facts of life and death. The poet handles language as clever as a bee, who knows well where the roses are and how to get honey out of them. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/12/2006 2:40:00 PM)

    Wow, do you know how ambigious that comment was? And do you know if I spelt ambigious right? (Report) Reply

  • (5/2/2006 7:46:00 PM)

    If I was as old as you say you are Giovanna, I would would welcome death too. Good poem. 10 from never apart, even in death. Tai (Report) Reply

  • (4/19/2006 4:18:00 PM)

    Loved it! ! ! To the point and beautiful. Give us more... (Report) Reply

  • (4/19/2006 10:08:00 AM)

    everyone should be so fortunate as to embrace death with a smile and a kind word. well said.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 4, 2007

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