That line from the poem
“Not waving but drowning”
Is stuck in my gizzard
Like a branch grafted onto a vine
Not of the vine
But of even more sorrow
Growing, still growing
In the guts of tomorrow
I think it’s a Stevie Smith poem
That line from the poem
“Not waving but drowning”
Is stuck in my gizzard
Like a branch grafted onto a vine
Not of the vine
But of even more sorrow
Growing, still growing
In the guts of tomorrow
I think it’s a Stevie Smith poem
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