TOP
Header PostFeaturedImage 07

Not Waving but Drowning by Stevie Smith

Not Waving but Drowning
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.

MARGINALIA

Too cold tonight. Too cold always.

ABOUT STEVIE SMITH

Florence Margaret “Stevie” Smith was born on September 20, 1902, in Yorkshire, England. She began as a secretary with the magazine publisher George Newnes and went on to be the private secretary to Sir Nevill Pearson and Sir Frank Newnes. She began writing poetry in her twenties while working at George Newnes. Her first book, Novel on Yellow Paperor Work It Out for Yourself (J. Cape) was published in 1936 and drew heavily on her own life experience, examining the unrest in… (more)

Read more poems by Stevie Smith • Find books by this poet on AmazonBookshopOr view my library

ENDNOTES

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Discover more from Read A Little Poetry

Subscribe now to keep reading and get access to the full archive.

Continue reading