Stevie Smith

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

Poems of Stevie Smith

21. My Heart Was Full 1/3/2003
22. My Soul 4/8/2010
23. Never Again 1/3/2003
24. Nor We of Her to Him 1/3/2003
25. Not Waving but Drowning 1/3/2003
26. Our Bog is Dood 1/3/2003
27. Pad, Pad 1/3/2003
28. Pretty 4/7/2004
29. Sunt Leones 1/3/2003
30. Tender Only To One 4/8/2010
31. Tenuous and Precarious 1/3/2003
32. The Airy Christ 4/8/2010
33. The Face 4/8/2010
34. The Jungle Husband 1/3/2003
35. The Pleasures of Friendship 1/3/2003
36. The Reason 1/3/2003
37. The Suburban Classes 4/8/2010
38. Thoughts About The Person From Porlock 4/8/2010
39. To the Tune of the Coventry Carol 4/8/2010
40. Was He Married? 4/8/2010

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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