An Irish woman's social, political and domestic commentary
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Monday, September 12, 2005
Not waving but drowning Since I used the phrase I've been trying to remember the rest of the poem. So here it is: (It's be Stevie Smith btw) 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. posted by Sarah | 10:47 0 comments
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