Stevie Smith

(20 September 1902 – 7 March 1971 / Kingston upon Hull)

Stevie Smith Poems

1. Not Waving But Drowning 1/3/2003
2. I Do Not Speak 1/3/2003
3. Alone In The Woods 1/3/2003
4. The Pleasures Of Friendship 1/3/2003
5. Never Again 1/3/2003
6. I Remember 1/3/2003
7. The Jungle Husband 1/3/2003
8. Mother, Among The Dustbins 1/3/2003
9. Happiness 1/3/2003
10. The Reason 1/3/2003
11. Autumn 1/3/2003
12. Drugs Made Pauline Vague 1/3/2003
13. Infelice 1/3/2003
14. Nor We Of Her To Him 1/3/2003
15. Tenuous And Precarious 1/3/2003
16. Pretty 4/7/2004
17. Deeply Morbid 1/3/2003
18. My Heart Was Full 1/3/2003
19. Away, Melancholy 1/3/2003
20. Sunt Leones 1/3/2003
21. In The Night 1/3/2003
22. Freddy 1/3/2003
23. My Heart Goes Out 1/3/2003
24. Conviction (I) 1/3/2003
25. Our Bog Is Dood 1/3/2003
26. Bag-Snatching In Dublin 1/3/2003
27. Pad, Pad 1/3/2003
28. Conviction (Iv) 1/3/2003
29. Conviction (Iii) 1/3/2003
30. Conviction (Ii) 1/3/2003
31. Do Not! 4/8/2010
32. My Soul 4/8/2010
33. In My Dreams 4/8/2010
34. Thoughts About The Person From Porlock 4/8/2010
35. The Suburban Classes 4/8/2010
36. The Airy Christ 4/8/2010
37. Tender Only To One 4/8/2010
38. Was He Married? 4/8/2010
39. The Face 4/8/2010
40. Exeat 1/13/2015
Best Poem of Stevie Smith

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.

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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.

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