I think we all get confused because the literary critics
used the quote when looking at events leading up to Sylvia Plath’s suicide.
Whilst I was googling, I came across another one of her
quotes. ‘Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.’ That’s the smell in my house then!
Here's the Poem
Margaret
Waving not 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
Margaret
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