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...THE INCORRIGIBLE DIRIGIBLE by HAYDEN CARRUTH BRIGHTNESS AS A POIGNANT LIGHT by DAVID IGNATOW TO GOD THE FATHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IPPOLIT KONOVALOFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JONAS KEENE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE |