{"id":23,"date":"2008-10-13T17:22:42","date_gmt":"2008-10-13T21:22:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/?p=23"},"modified":"2008-10-13T17:24:54","modified_gmt":"2008-10-13T21:24:54","slug":"not-waving-but-drowning-stevie-smith","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/?p=23","title":{"rendered":"Not Waving but Drowning &#8211; Stevie Smith"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Nobody heard him, the dead man,<br \/>\nBut still he lay moaning:<br \/>\nI was much further out than you thought<br \/>\nAnd not waving but drowning.<br \/>\nPoor chap, he always loved larking<br \/>\nAnd now he&#8217;s dead<br \/>\nIt must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,<br \/>\nThey said.<\/p>\n<p>Oh, no no no, it was too cold always<br \/>\n(Still the dead one lay moaning)<br \/>\nI was much too far out all my life<br \/>\nAnd not waving but drowning.<\/p>\n<p>(1953)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>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&#8217;s dead It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, They said. Oh, no no no, it was too [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[25],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-23","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-loved-larking"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=23"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=23"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=23"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poem.oftheweek.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=23"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}