LOOK at my knees, That island rising from the steamy seas! The candles a tall lightship; my two hands Are boats and barges anchored to the sands, With mighty cliffs all round; They're full of wine and riches from far lands.... I wonder what it feels like to be drowned? I can make caves, By lifting up the island and huge waves And storms, and then with head and ears well under Blow bubbles with a monstrous roar like thunder, A bull-of-Bashan sound. The seas run high and the boats split asunder.... I wonder what it feels like to be drowned? The thin soap slips And slithers like a shark under the ships. My toes are on the soap-dish -- that's the effect Of my huge storms; an iron steamer's wrecked. The soap slides round and round; He's biting the old sailors, I expect... I wonder what it feels like to be drowned? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WOMAN'S LAST WORD by ROBERT BROWNING THE HAUNTED OAK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: SUNRISE by SIDNEY LANIER ARMSTRONG'S GOOD NIGHT by THOMAS ARMSTRONG SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 11 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |