Robert Graves

(1895 - 1985 / London / England)

I Wonder What It Feels Like To Be Drowned?

Poem by Robert Graves

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?


Comments about I Wonder What It Feels Like To Be Drowned? by Robert Graves

  • Michael WalkerMichael Walker (9/1/2019 11:05:00 PM)

    It would be most unpleasant to be drowned. It nearly happened to me as a child.
    All too often ' an iron steamer's wrecked'.(Report)Reply

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (10/30/2015 7:03:00 AM)

    Wrecked! And, to be drowned. A sad note of the sailors. Nice work.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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