Shut me not alive away
From the light of every day
Hang me rather by the neck to die
Against a morning sky.
Oh shut me not behind a prison wall
I have a horror of this sort of place
Where I may sit and count the hours pass
And never see a smiling human face
Here is all straight and narrow as a tomb
Oh shut me not within a little room.
- Stevie Smith, "The Commuted Sentence"
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