SLING me under the sea. Pack me down in the salt and wet. No farmer's plow shall touch my bones. No Hamlet hold my jaws and speak How jokes are gone and empty is my mouth. Long, green-eyed scavengers shall pick my eyes, Purple fish play hide-and-seek, And I shall be song of thunder, crash of sea, Down on the floors of salt and wet. Sling me . . . under the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VLAMERTINGHE: PASSING THE CHATEAU, JULY 1917 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN INGRATEFUL [OR UNGRATEFUL] BEAUTY THREATENED by THOMAS CAREW PRINCETON by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD MON REPOS (MY MOTHER'S GIRLHOOD HOME) by ALFRED BARRETT PSALM 8. DOMINE DOMINUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |