Wednesday, September 20, 2006

A Wave for Stevie

Today is Wednesday, 20 September 2006.

Stevie Smith, British poet and novelist, was born on this day in 1902.

She wrote one of your author’s favourite poems.

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.


Anonymous John McKenna said...

That's a FAVORITE poem? I hope you are on some anti-depressants.

11:31 AM  

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