Andrew Motion

(1952 / London, England)

Diving - Poem by Andrew Motion

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 about Diving by Andrew Motion

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (8/29/2016 9:38:00 AM)


    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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  • (8/29/2016 7:56:00 AM)


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

  • Barry Middleton (8/29/2016 6:28:00 AM)


    Very good poem which one might expect from a former poet laureate of England. (Report) Reply

  • Ramin Chaman (8/29/2016 1:43:00 AM)


    Well done and nicely inked.Thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (8/29/2016 12:50:00 AM)


    I roll with the punch! ! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 15, 2016



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