"The Blind Man" Kate Chopin (Short Story) and "Not Waving but Drowning" Stevie Smith (Poem)

 

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Not Waving but Drowning

By Stevie Smith 1902–1971 Stevie Smith

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 larkinglarking Playing tricks, kidding, fooling around.

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.