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[bardiphouka]

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..Not Waving But Drowning

I had forgotten totally about Stevie until reading a book which mentioned a book which discussed Stevie. The advantage of free reading

Comments

[laviniaspeaks.livejournal.com]

I've gotta tell you that I've always loved that poem. In fact, I think I posted it a few months ago. =)

[bardiphouka.livejournal.com]

Ah..but at the time you had neglected to introduce yourself.

[laviniaspeaks.livejournal.com]

Shame on me, then.

[bardiphouka.livejournal.com]

Or we could both blame imyourboss for not introducing us sooner?