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Conflict Poem: ‘The Quarrel’ by Conrad Aitkin (1889-1973)

Suddenly, after the quarrel, while we waited, Disheartened, silent, with downcast looks, nor stirred Eyelid nor finger, hopeless both, yet hoping Against all hope to unsay the sundering word: While all the room’s stillness deepened, deepened about us And each … Continue reading

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