Mephisto2

There have been a few posts recently about poems and poetry in general. I quite like poetry so I'm going to try to get a new periodic post going hereby entitled Poem of the week.

I'll post a poem and I invite others to read it, comment upon it, discuss it.

Do you like it?
What do you think it means?
Do you like the sounds, the imagery?
What emotions does it engender?
Does it remind you of anything?
Do you have any stories relating to this poem?

You get the idea.

So here is our official first Poem of the week. Enjoy...



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.


Discuss.


Mr Mephisto