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#Not Waving but Drowning
flowerytale · 1 year
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Stevie Smith, from “Not Waving But Drowning”, Collected poems
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nasfera2 · 1 year
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Album covers with Black ppl in bodies of water >>>>
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apoemaday · 1 year
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Not Waving but Drowning
by 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 larking 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.
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adrasteiax · 1 year
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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.
Stevie Smith, from Not Waving But Drowning in “Poetry Foundation”
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nightvale-thoughts · 1 year
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don’t think i’ve ever been more excited for a new season of a podcast like this before 😭 the brain rot is TERMINAL im afraid
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gwydionmisha · 20 days
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Not Waving but Drowning - 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 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.
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funituregonewrong · 11 months
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lavideenrose · 11 months
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An email to my former psychoanalyst
“I just received some bad news and I've been thinking about who I can tell, as if by telling someone I may be able to unburden myself. But the thing I'm carrying is not the words or the knowledge, it's the pain, the emotional anguish, that I can't even bring myself to feel except as a kind of discomfort or pulsion. A spur to action, but not to feeling.
“My Dad almost certainly has cancer, probably pancreatic cancer, and will most likely not have long to live. He has not yet recovered from his second bout of intense, psychotic-depression and may still quietly, privately, nurse a wish to die. Well, he's not Robinson Crusoe there.
“No man is an island (or alone on an island), but this family seems to be a sinking island. Breaking off from the mainland and sliding into the sea, one clod at a time. Before you know it we'll be underwater. Not waving, but drowning. At least tonight I'm not drowning my sorrows. Just drowning in sorrow.”
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letyourwordsliveon · 9 months
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Stevie Smith
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onlyhurtforaminute · 1 year
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THRAXIMUNDER-SUN BATHER
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lestatdelioncoeur · 1 year
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Not Waving but Drowning
Stevie Smith, 1957
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.
Can a dead man moan, or die? Lestat, the undead undead - lay still but still lies...
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"On a less literal level, the poem speaks to the isolation and pain of being misunderstood, and is a kind of parable about the distance between inner feelings and outward appearance." X
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Still not over the fact that Not Waving, But Drowning starts with Dear Jean and ends with Dear Ben. What a beautiful way to frame the album
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a-disoriented-child · 2 years
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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.
Stevie Smith, b. 1902.
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thegirlsread · 2 months
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not the poetry foundation absolutely annihilating me by posting stevie smith’s not waving but drowning as their poem of the day
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impossiblesoul13 · 6 months
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charliemaybeghost · 2 years
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