There’s so much to be said on either side,
I’ll be dumb.
There’s so much to be said on either side,
I’ll hold my tongue.
For years and years I never said a word,
Now I have lost the art: my voice is never heard,
For my apprehension
Snaps beneath the tension
Of what is to be said on either side.
From: Dowson, Jane, Women’s Poetry of the 1930s: A Critical Anthology, 1996, Routledge:London and New York, p. 143.
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Date: 1937
By: Stevie Smith (1902-1971)
From Troubles of The World 