Eugene Gladstone O'Neill (Юджин Глэдстоун О’Нил)

Submarine

MY 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.

1. The Lay of the Singer's Fall
2. Villanelle of Ye Young Poet's First Villanelle to His Ladye and Ye Difficulties Thereof
3. It's Great When You Get in
4. All Night I Lingered at the Beach
5. Even As a Child

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