"Not Waving but Drowning" by Stevie Smith
libraryland: 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. ...
We own a small Jay B. Johnson sculpture. I was wondering what he’s been up to lately and discovered this! Pretty amazing!