FYI: sleep is overrated
seriously..i've had my fair share of it and it just isn't all that fabulous. yes, it's like 3am and i am up and not planning on hitting the pillow anytime soon. yep. may have something to do with that 3 hr nap i took earlier but do i care? uh no! don't know why i am writting this entry. i shouldn't be allowed on the computer this late at night..i get way too restless.
ok, i am sitting here at my computer and i am looking at my board at one of the poems i dissected last year. too bad can't get the cool pic of it on here. Stevie Smith is, in my opinion, a really awesome poet. and what's interesting about her is that she draws a pic to go with her poems more than half the time. oh how i want a book of her collection of poetry..maybe i'll spoil myself sometime;) the meanings could be taken in many directions as everyone in my senior english ap class will be the first to point out. anywho, this seems to be a poem of the moment or actually the one that made me really like her work:
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.
--Stevie Smith
ok, i am sitting here at my computer and i am looking at my board at one of the poems i dissected last year. too bad can't get the cool pic of it on here. Stevie Smith is, in my opinion, a really awesome poet. and what's interesting about her is that she draws a pic to go with her poems more than half the time. oh how i want a book of her collection of poetry..maybe i'll spoil myself sometime;) the meanings could be taken in many directions as everyone in my senior english ap class will be the first to point out. anywho, this seems to be a poem of the moment or actually the one that made me really like her work:
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.
--Stevie Smith
