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
1902 - 1971
One of my most favourite poems ..... ever!
Credits to ShadowHouseCreations, RubyBlossom and IreneAlexeeva (for textures I layered and blended), NumbBumm for the clouds whilst the remainder are from the public domain.
Thanks for looking.
12 comments:
This is stunning, Ann!
Lovely, grungy presentation of your "too far out" swimmer. Touching poem. Thanks for sharing.
Stunning!! Beautifully created.
This is exceptional Ann- very evocative and perfect for the amazing poem!
A real beauty!
This is seriously good! (After reading the poem and then looking again to the pic it seemed to me she was saying "I don't care".)
Great combination of the words and interpretation on it. Stunning art piece, Ann.
Two cartwheels and a standing ovation my dear this is a knock out.
Great choice and fab art as always Ann. So nice to be back, participating in my favorite group's site!xoxox Happy Easter!
Simply GORGEOUS! Happy Easter to you!
Your water looks so wet and deep and the ragged framed edges give a sense of isolation. Really outstanding.
Methinks the punchline in this poem has been stolen by many lesser writers (not waving but drowning). A sensitive, beautiful and sad work of art. I love this one, Ann.
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