Bill Knott: "Death"

Morte

Perto de dormir, cruzo as mãos sobre o peito.
Colocarão minhas mãos assim.
Parecerá que estou a voar para dentro de mim mesmo.


Death

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.

KNOTT, Bill. "Death". In:_____. I am flying into myself: selected poems, 1960-2014. Org. por Thomas Lux. New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2017.