The Poem SB Chose to Read in My College Poetry Class

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.

God knows I was much too far out all my life. A bitch can relate.

Note: If my ass can save a drowning bitch's life by sharing the photo above on my blog, I will be happy to do so, as long as the drowning bitch is not a republican or someone who has a cell phone with a loud personalized ring tone.