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...TIRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER RECESSIONAL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |