If I could find one wordthat would shudder the airlike that frightened sob, that wordless prayerof my newly-born, who drew one breath, and with unopened eyessank back into death; If I could break the world's cold heartwith that cry, then this grief would liftand I could die.
Kenneth L. Patton
poetry death break loss breath cry grief find die cold
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