Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CROSSING, by IRENE HALDERSON First Line: A soft, black sponge envelopes me Last Line: An ardent life enthusiast! Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
A soft, black sponge envelopes me; I float within a velvet sea; A shining figure gropingly Stoops down to breathe infinity Into my body wasted low And wrapped in racing undertow; And as I gently, swiftly go I do not find in death a foe, Though all the years I lived rush past With scenes I gladly would recast. How strange that death can soothe at last An ardent life enthusiast! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND |
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