Death did not come to my mother Like an old friend. She was a mother, and she must Conceive him. <p> Up and down the bed she fought crying Help me, b… - Josephine Miles

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Death did not come to my mother Like an old friend. She was a mother, and she must Conceive him. <p> Up and down the bed she fought crying Help me, but death Was a slow child Heavy.

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About Josephine Miles

Josephine Miles (June 11, 1911 – May 12, 1985) was an American poet and literary critic.

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Alternative Names: Josephine Louise Miles
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