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Not Waving But Drowning
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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 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.

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Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood poem
i love succ i want succ......
...amazing poem with beautiful diction ★
this is from a time when Western intellectuals sought to recapture the spirit of the poets of antiquity. here wilde is praising poetry itself by invoking the classical Hellenic poetic icons.
through the wave and foam, good writing, thanks.
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