African American Poetry: A Digital Anthology

For Hazel Hall, American Poet by Countee Cullen

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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