SUBMARINE

by: Eugene O'Neill (1888-1953)

      Y soul is a submarine.
      My aspirations are torpedoes.
      I will hide unseen
      Beneath the surface of life
      Watching for ships,
      Dull, heavy-laden merchant ships,
      Rust-eaten, grimy galleons of commerce
      Wallowing with obese assurance,
      Too sluggish to fear or wonder,
      Mocked by the laughter of waves
      And the spit of disdainful spray.
       
      I will destroy them
      Because the sea is beautiful.
       
      That is why I lurk
      Menacingly
      In green depths.

"Submarine" is reprinted from the Masses, February, 1917.

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