"Not Waving but Drowning"
by Stevie Smith
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.
(5 years and 2993 days ago)
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very cool sweet work author...i was read story twice...
...best of luck author
creative work
Nice work = )
Fascinating poetry ... thanks for sharing!
Arca..if you ever get the chance to see a movie called STEVIE with Glenda Jackson, it will blow you away.. (super underground film)
Why do I think of Death
As a friend?
It is because he is a scatterer,
He scatters the human frame
The nerviness and the great pain,
Throws it on the fresh fresh air
And now it is nowhere
Only sweet Death does this,
Sweet Death, Kind Death,
Of all the gods you are the best.
hehehehe, she's such a stinker LOL
Howdie stranger!
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