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Not Waving But Drowning
When I saw these breathtaking photos, I couldn’t help but think of Stevie Smith’s wonderful poem: 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 larkingAnd now he’s deadIt must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, They said.Read More