I made Man with too many faults. Yet I love him. And if he wishes, I have a home above for him.
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. I was much too far out all my life, And not waving but drowning.
life man thought dead drowning
faults wishes man home
No man has seen her, this pitiful ghost, And no woman either, but heard her at most, Sighing and tapping and sighing again, You have weaned me too soon, you must nurse me again.
man
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