"It is growing worse every day. At night "I get up to catch my breath. If I remained "flat on my back I believe I would die." - Muriel Rukeyser

Seorang budak bisa mematuhi perintah, tapi hanya orang merdeka yang bisa bekerja sama.

"The boy worked there about eighteen months,
came home one evening with a shortness of breath.
He said, "Mother, I cannot get my breath."
Shirley was sick about three months.
I would carry him from his bed to the table,
from his bed to the porch. in my arms."

In our time, they say there is no penalty for writing poems.
They say this.
This is the penalty.