Not Waving But Drowning

CARRY ON TUESDAY
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The words in blue make-up the title of Stevie Smith's poem.....

'Not waving but drowning'

NOT WAVING BUT DROWNING

Every day I see you on the train;

Every day I fall in love again.

Every day I smile and say 'Hallo';

Every day I hate to see you go.

Sometimes I try waving casually;

A lifting of the hand to you from me.

Sometimes I try a small, impersonal grin,

Hoping for some rapport to begin!

Sometimes you simply turn your head away

Just when I've thought of something I could say!

Sometimes you're gazing at the passing scene;

I 'disappear' as though I'd never been!

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But I'm not waving, though I raise my hand.

And I'm not smiling, can't you understand?

I'm drowning, drowning, drowning in your eyes! 

And every day a little of me dies!

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THE UNMADE BED.

An unmade bed

Speaks.

And it says many things.

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'Make me, you lazy thing!'

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'Come on, love, hop back in!'

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'Do you remember that holiday at Lake Lugano?'

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'When did you last wash these sheets?'

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'Gosh! You were restless last night!'

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You really should buy a new doona cover!'

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'Why do you always leave me till last?

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'Stop remembering!'

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And what do you say?

'Shut up!'

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