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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DESPAIR, by ROBERT FROST Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: I am like a dead diver after all's
Last Line: White lily from the air -- and now the fishes come.
Subject(s): Despair
First Line: I am like a dead diver after all's
Last Line: White lily from the air -- and now the fishes come.
Subject(s): Despair
I am like a dead diver after all's
Done, still held fast in the weeds' snare below,
Where in the gloom his limbs begin to glow
Swaying at his moorings as the roiled bottom falls.
There was a moment when with vainest calls
He drank the water, saying, 'Oh let me go --
God let me go,' -- for then he could not know
As in the sun's warm light on earth and walls.
I am like a dead diver in this place.
I was alive here too one desperate space,
And near prayer in the one whom I invoked.
I tore the muscles from my limbs and choked.
My sudden struggle may have dragged down some
White lily from the air -- and now the fishes come.
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