Diving Poem by Andrew Motion
Diving
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.
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
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.
quick fish apply as something to love? This is pretentious crap. Not carp. Crap.
Very good poem which one might expect from a former poet laureate of England.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Well done and nicely inked.Thank you for sharing.