Not Waving But Drowning



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.


Stevie Smith

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  1. Oh how very thought provoking. I had never heard this poem before today. Thanks for “taking me there” in thought JD. I don’t want to be too far out…

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