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Meanwhile by Jack Gilbert | Poems Rethabile Likes Meanwhile by Jack Gilbert It waits. While I am walking through the pine trees along the river, it is waiting. It has waited a long time. In southern France, in Belgium, and even Alabama. Now it waits in New England while I say grace over almost everything: for a possum dead on someone's lawn, the sing light on a levee while Northampton sleeps, and because the lanes between houses in Greek hamlets are exactly the width of a donkey loaded on each side with barley. Loneliness is the mother's milk of America. The heart is a foreign country whose language none of us is good at. Winter lin...

Not Waving but Drowning by Stevie Smith | Poems Rethabile Likes Not Waving but Drowning by Stevie Smith Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he's dead It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, They said. Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning. Poet: @StevieSmith Online: @PoetryFoundation Book(s): ...