Monday, January 4, 2010

i like this poem.

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.

1 comment:

  1. carolyn. i wrote an epic analytical essay on this poem. i love it. you should hear her read it. i believe you can find the clip on youtube. also. love your blog in general. it is a happy place in my life.