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I Wonder What It Feels Like to be Drowned?

Written by: Robert Graves | Biography
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 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?



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