Friday, September 25, 2009

Not Waving But Drowning

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.

[In my college poetry class, we were asked to select a poem to read, and this is the one that SB chose. My ass loves larking too!]

4 comments:

afk4life said...

SB
That's a nice poem, thanks for sharing his work, will have to check him out.
Doug

Heather said...

SB,
I like this poem

jrains80 said...

This was a very powerful poem. Love it. Did you write this?

Love, Jenn

Sarcastic Bastard said...

Jenn,
The poem was written by Stevie Smith. I believe Stevie is an English woman, if I remember correctly.

Love you,

Sher