Author Frederick Adam Wright When Arria, that model wife, Drew from her breast the blood-stained knife ā " This does not hurt, dear lord," she said, " 'Tis of your hurt I am afraid." Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments