I have known only my own shallows—Safe, plumbed places,Where I was wont to preen myself.But for the abyssI wanted a plank beneathAnd horizons…I was afraid of the silenceAnd the slipping toe-hold…Oh, could I now diveInto the unexplored deeps of me—Delve and bring up and giveAll that is submerged, encased, unfolded,That is yet the best. Γνώριζα … Continue reading Lola Ridge, Submerged / Βυθισμένοι