Not Waving But Drowning

Jeg er ikke noe utpreget diktmenneske, men noen liker jeg, og dette diktet av den britsike forfatteren Stevie Smith har jeg likt helt siden jeg hadde det på pensumlisten på videregående. 

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.

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