His arms would flap no like
car wipers
To a desperate rain on the
asphalt road.
The man would look like
going down
Flapping arms to wave a
bye to crowd.
But he was not waving but
drowning.
(Stevie Smith’s poem “Not waving but drowning“
His arms would flap no like
car wipers
To a desperate rain on the
asphalt road.
The man would look like
going down
Flapping arms to wave a
bye to crowd.
But he was not waving but
drowning.
(Stevie Smith’s poem “Not waving but drowning“
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