Margaret Atwood
Death of a Young Son by Drowning (1970)
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He, who navigated with success |
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the dangerous river of his own birth |
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once more set forth |
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on a voyage of discovery |
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into the land I floated on |
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but could not touch to claim. |
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His feet slid on the bank, |
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the currents took him; |
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he swirled with ice and trees in the swollen water |
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and plunged into distant regions, |
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his head a bathysphere; |
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through his eyes' thin glass bubbles |
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he looked out, reckless adventurer |
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on a landscape stranger than Uranus |
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we have all been to and some remember. |
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There was an accident; the air locked, |
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he was hung in the river like a heart. |
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They retrieved the swamped body, |
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cairn of my plans and future charts, |
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with poles and hooks |
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from among the nudging logs. |
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It was spring, the sun kept shining, the new grass |
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leapt to solidity; |
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my hands glistened with details. |
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After the long trip I was tired of waves. |
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My foot hit a rock. The dreamed sails |
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collapsed, ragged. |
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I planted him in this country |
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like a flag. |
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