Poem by Eleanor Farjeon

The Quarrel

I quarreled with my brother,
I don't know what about,
One thing led to another
And somehow we fell out.
The start of it was slight,
The end of it was strong,
He said he was right,
I knew he was wrong!
We hated one another.
The afternoon turned black.
Then suddenly my brother
Thumped me on the back,
And said, "Oh, come on!
We can't go on all night—
I was in the wrong."
So he was in the right. 

1. Pan-Worship
2. In the Oculist's Anteroom
3. Sonnets. 1. Man Cannot Be a Sophist to His Heart
4. Sonnets. 11. A few of us who faltered as we fared
5. Sonnets. 7. When I see two delay their wings at heaven

Katherine Mansfield The Quarrel ("Our quarrel seemed a giant thing")

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