Treasure Island

Stevie Smith

(20 September 1902 – 7 March 1971 / Kingston upon Hull)

I Do Not Speak


I do not ask for mercy for understanding for peace
And in these heavy days I do not ask for release
I do not ask that suffering shall cease.
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  • Colleen Courtney (5/18/2014 12:08:00 PM)

    I like this piece. It feels as if she's saying this is life, there's good days and bad days, no use crying and agonizing over what's not, tomorrow brings a new day and life trudges on! (Report) Reply

  • Miriama Turagabeci (5/26/2009 6:12:00 PM)

    I love this poem, my interpretation is that even though we go through struggles in life there is a meaning to it.We have ups and downs in life to make us a stronger person, and that its all in our hands on how we handle things.To now live life to the fullest and not care for tomorrow because its tim will come.
    I LOVE this poem so much i even cramed it! ! (Report) Reply

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