To my fellow claustrophobic:
three cheers for your latest endeavor-
I heard you conquered the coffin last night.
Seven tolls of the bell for the mourning-
they're weeping in silence, their dress in black.
Twelve doves fly as the choir of angels sing-
all for the sinner who deserves everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem