I Do Not Speak

by Stevie Smith

I do not ask for mercy, for understanding and peace

And in these heavy days I do not ask for release

I do not ask that suffering shall cease.

I do not pray to God to let me die

To give an ear attentive to my cry

To pause in his marching and not hurry by.

I do not ask for anything I do not speak

I do not question and I do not seek

I used to in the day when I was weak.

Now I am strong and lapped in sorrow

As in a coat of magic mail and borrow

From Time today and care not for tomorrow.