samba lelê

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.

Not waving but drowning, by Stevie Smith

(I always think about how tragically funny this poem is. Really, so funny I can’t not like it. But so tragic. Ahahaha! I love this!)