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...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 4 by CONRAD AIKEN ON LADY POLTAGRUE: A PUBLIC PERIL by HILAIRE BELLOC POETICAL ABSTRACTS: 2. METAPHYSICAL by HAYDEN CARRUTH AGAINST THE REST OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN IN A SWEDISH GRAVEYARD by EMMA LAZARUS CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA |