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Bill Knott - 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.

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Poet: Bill Knott
Poem: Death
Poem of the Day: Oct 2 2013

Comment 3 of 3, added on June 3rd, 2009 at 12:02 PM.

I have so many of Bill Knott's poems memorized forever. Finding his books was once an obsession of mine--especially any of the Naomi Lazard pieces.

Lucky Daryl--now THAT was a strange book.

Richard from United States
Comment 2 of 3, added on October 17th, 2005 at 5:43 PM.

i think "flying into myself" could also be an allusion to the soul. it is said that when we die, the soul flies out of us, leaves the corpse, but Knott has somehow reversed this...instead of flying out, the way we are arranged in the coffin seems to be just the opposite.

Bhavna from Fiji
Comment 1 of 3, added on February 1st, 2005 at 7:42 PM.

I am surprised by the expression "flying into myself".
A beautiful expression though!

Rao from United States

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