Choked we live, and choked we die. Give us air and give us space, You intolerable sky! 'Tis not much -- a little grace -- 'Tis not long -- a little thing -- That before our burying We may cry one natural cry. O to put into one breath -- Only one, -- All the poison of our hate, All -- all -- all -- that came too late; Give us that; -- and when that's done, Death! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOPHISTICATION by CONRAD AIKEN CAMPUS SONNET: MAY MORNING by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET |