Diving Poem by Andrew Motion

Diving

Rating: 4.8


The moment I tire
of difficult sand-grains
and giddy pebbles,
I roll with the punch
of a shrivelling wave
and am cosmonaut
out past the fringe
of a basalt ledge
in a moony sea-hall
spun beyond blue.
Faint but definite
heat of the universe

flutters my skin;
quick fish apply
as something to love,
what with their heads
of gong-dented gold;
plankton I push

an easy way through
would be dust or dew
in the world behind
if that mattered at all,
which is no longer true,
with its faces and cries.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 29 August 2016

I roll with the punch! ! Thanks for sharing.

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Ramin Chaman 29 August 2016

Well done and nicely inked.Thank you for sharing.

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MAHTAB BANGALEE 05 February 2023

Diving is the easy way to hide thyself! great to read

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Stean Anthony 04 January 2022

Splendid & moving thank you. A comet aiming at the sisters a question mark, a sieve there in the height a keyhole or a flourishing tree through and beyond there are other constellations

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 29 August 2016

an easy way through would be dust or dew in the world behind if that mattered at all, which is no longer true, with its faces and cries. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing it.

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John Richter 29 August 2016

quick fish apply as something to love? This is pretentious crap. Not carp. Crap.

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Barry Middleton 29 August 2016

Very good poem which one might expect from a former poet laureate of England.

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