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.
Années
1e à 3e sec./7e à 9e année
4e sec. au cégep 1/10e à 12e année
Lexique des formes poétiques
Catégories
Sometimes we don't want to see the signs that others need help
Référence bibliographique
Stevie Smith, “Not Waving but Drowning” from New Selected Poems of Stevie Smith. Copyright © 1988 New Directions Publishing Corporation.
