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I heard this poem

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some time ago and just want to share it. It was written in the 50s by a british poet who used poetry to express her pain.
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Not waving But drowning
(by Stevie Smith)

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 to cold for him his heart gave way
they said.

Oh, no no no, it was to 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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Possible meaning:
If you hide your sorrow behind a happy face, then your cry for help could be misinterpreted or might not be seen at all.
 
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