Monday, April 6, 2009

Not Waving But Drowning...by Stevie Smith

I have always loved this poem, right from it's first entry onto my radar - it's the sadness of the last line that gets me always. I'm sure everyone has had that feeling once in a while - 'I was much too far out all my life and not waving but drowning'.

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Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
and now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
and not waving but drowning.

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