From my car I felt I was a vessel of the waters. I longed to be filled, my belly upturned, my head pillowed upon the tide: dead and drowned. And I would reply, but not without being present, for I would not be lying still upon its bosom were I not welcome. And the car took me to my Sunday relatives. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A REPUBLIC! by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONG OF AUTUMN by PAUL VERLAINE TO COLE, THE PAINTER, DEPARTING FOR EUROPE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ARIZONA POEMS: 6. RAIN IN THE DESERT by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE BAYADERE by FRANCIS SALTUS SALTUS |