Food for thought
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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I'm reading a book that is VERY thought provoking - Machine of Death.
I'm in a story that references this poem.
I haven't finished it yet but I liked this poem - it feels "right". That's not the right word but i can't think of it right now.
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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I'm reading a book that is VERY thought provoking - Machine of Death.
I'm in a story that references this poem.
I haven't finished it yet but I liked this poem - it feels "right". That's not the right word but i can't think of it right now.