Author Georgia Douglas Johnson I looked death calmly in the faceAnd placed my hand within his handAnd said:“Come, come, let us awayFor I have lost the magic keyOpening the portals of desire—My wishes cumber in the dust,And life is stagnantin my 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