Edinburgh Festival recording, 1965.
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.
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
Also, the BBC interview with Derek Hart.
1 comment:
I like it. It is kind of a sad poem, though. It makes me think of the person who's felt ignored or misunderstood all his life. And it's funny, in general, how others comment on the death of someone they didn't really know, pretending like they have something meaningful to say.
Also, you need to fix that font color. Because what the ef.
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