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...CONTRA MORTEM: THE ECSTASY by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE GREAT DEATH by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOON by HAYDEN CARRUTH FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FRAGMENT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |