Death & Dying
For Hazel Hall, American Poet
From Color (1925)
Death & Dying
Soul-troubled at the febrile ways of breath,
Her timid breast shot through with faint alarm,
“Yes, I’m a stranger here,” she said to Death,
“It’s kind of you to let me take your arm.”
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MLA
Cullen, Countee. “For Hazel Hall, American Poet.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/cullen/48/.
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Cullen, Countee. “For Hazel Hall, American Poet.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/cullen/48/.
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