Death, do not frown-
You, but a shadow of mine;
Copy of my shape and gesture:
As I lived so did you.
With my death you’re dead
‘Crossing the bar’.
Now cold is my blood so is yours;
Not I fear now your gallop;
Nor can you touch my hair;
Nor be able to chase my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem written with insight. I like the articulation and penning of the piece, it's such a concise piece of poetry bristling with meaning. Thanks for sharing and do keep it up. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.