by: Eugene O'Neill (1888-1953)
- Y soul is
- 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
- In green depths.
POEMS BY EUGENE O'NEILL
"Submarine" is reprinted
from the Masses, February, 1917.