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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)
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The author discusses this poem and poetry-writing in general, also her bio can be found here: http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do?poemId=7089

An analysis of this poem and Smith's poetry can be found here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/learning/guide/177868