I am like a dead diver after all's Done, still held fast in the weeds' snare below, Where in the gloom his limbs begin to glow Swaying at his moorings as the roiled bottom falls. There was a moment when with vainest calls He drank the water, saying, 'Oh let me go -- @3God@1 let me go,' -- for then he could not know As in the sun's warm light on earth and walls. I am like a dead diver in this place. I was alive here too one desperate space, And near prayer in the one whom I invoked. I tore the muscles from my limbs and choked. My sudden struggle may have dragged down some White lily from the air -- and now the fishes come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO BE CLOSELY WRITTEN ON A SMALL PIECE OF PAPER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS HOME by LEONIDAS OF ALEXANDRIA THE WOOD OF FLOWERS by JAMES STEPHENS LITTLE BOATIE'; A SLUMBER SONG FOR THE FISHERMAN'S CHILD by HENRY VAN DYKE LILIES: 16. MY GIFT by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE INDIAN SIGN by BERTON BRALEY WHIGS AND TORIES by WILLIAM BROWNE (1692-1774) |