Tuesday 31 March 2015


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.


Yvonne said...

This is stunning, Ann!

indybev said...

Lovely, grungy presentation of your "too far out" swimmer. Touching poem. Thanks for sharing.

Gayle Page-Robak said...

Stunning!! Beautifully created.

Lori Saul said...

This is exceptional Ann- very evocative and perfect for the amazing poem!

peggy gatto said...

A real beauty!

Christine said...

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".)

sirkkis said...

Great combination of the words and interpretation on it. Stunning art piece, Ann.

Deann said...

Two cartwheels and a standing ovation my dear this is a knock out.

abby j said...

Great choice and fab art as always Ann. So nice to be back, participating in my favorite group's site!xoxox Happy Easter!

froebelsternchen said...

Simply GORGEOUS! Happy Easter to you!

sheila 77 said...

Your water looks so wet and deep and the ragged framed edges give a sense of isolation. Really outstanding.

Ozstuff said...

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.