English poem
Submerged
by Lola Ridge (1873–1941)
I have known only my own shallows-- Safe, plumbed places, Where I was wont to preen myself.
But for the abyss I wanted a plank beneath And horizons...
I was afraid of the silence And the slipping toe-hold...
Oh, could I now dive Into the unexplored deeps of me-- Delve and bring up and give All that is submerged, encased, unfolded, That is yet the best.