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The boat struck the bank full tilt. The dreamer, the joyous oarsman, lay on his back at the bottom of the boat, his heels in the air.
Been stolen from Finn
It was as if the bones and veins were working their way to the surface; as if the skin were water receding to expose shapes at the bottom of a harbor.
Swam ashore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.
Tossed By Waves,
She Does Not Sink.
He was beneath the waves, a creature crawling the ocean bottom.
The sea was surging among the pilings like the blithe mindless forces of dissolution.
Waves climbed the slope of the beach, fell back, and came again.
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I've been buried alive!
I hit him on the back of the neck. He submerged. Help. I've drowned the Beast Lord.
on my rump and pushed me
A fish pitched up By the angry sea, I gasped on land, And I became me. He
Once, this whole world had been hidden beneath a shallow sea.
There was something beneath the surface of things.
I felt like I'd been swimming so hard, and the water growing warmer and warmer the closer I got to the top. I wasn't there yet, but now I could see the surface, rippling just beyond my fingers.
He was enchanted by the mystery of coming ashore naked on an unfamiliar island. He resolved to let the adventure run its full course, resolved to see just how far a man might go, emerging naked from salt water.
Floating upward through a confusion of dreams and memory, curving like a trout through the rings of previous risings, I surface. My eyes open. I am awake.
Floating high on the waters of catastrophe
STILL WATER RUNS DEEP
Life rose around my island like a sea, and presently I was swimming.
And, here's what I know: I'm not drowning anymore. I can't see my island; he's gone forever from me now, but I'm standing on life's shore again. I am here.
I was at the bottom of the sea, the pressure dense, crushing, inexorable. Dead silence strained against my eardrums. The darkness was without reprieve. No mental adjustment could make it less absolute. It was impenetrable - black painted over black painted over black.
Drowned, dead, duplicitous slut!
All things want to float.
Unsignificantly
off the coast
there was
a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed,
The moon shone like herrings in the water.
closed behind Anne
Snatched out of my own small niche by an unexpected strong current, taken in and surrounded by Jamie and his life. Caught forever among the strange currents that pulsed through this outlandish environment. The
I'd just stepped out of the kiddie pool and into the deep end, with no floaties. And drowning was not an option.
CALM is the bottom of my sea: who would guess that it hides droll monsters!
Unmoved is my depth: but it sparkles with swimming enigmas and laughters.
There was that sound again
snap, then a footfall. She tried to whirl around as a dark form
Dear God
sprang with a splash from the darkness
grabbed her from behind, shoved her under the water.
In trouble waters I had to learn how to float
To slip beneath the surface and soar along the silent bottom of the sea agile and shining in water honeycombed with light.
You can't be deep without a surface
You took the Alkaholik challenge, and lost your balance
You underground, we under water drinkin liquid by the gallons
The sea can smack the rocks like a hand smacking a cheek. It can hiss or gurgle or even kiss. But when it wants, it can go quiet. 'And then', said Anya Rothrock, 'you can hear the voices of the drowned'.
Wrecked on the lee shore of age.
If life was like a body of water, she had asked that she be allowed to walk again in its shallows; instead she had been abruptly seized by strong currents and pushed into deep water.
Did. But he was glad her head was deep in his shoulder greatcoat. Again he craned around and caught sight of it, slightly aft and lying flat in the water, now seeming to
A river shaped her,
smoothed her with sand and battered
her against the shore, and she
resisted, she is still here.
I can't say what my first thought was as I sunk below the surface, because it was mostly a string of four-letter words.
A memory swam up from the depths, its hideous, reptilian spine almost breaking the surface before it swam powerfully away from him.
A wave roared in my ears.
It surged up out of the water and stood for an instant upright upon that surging and heaving desolation like Christ.
Somehow I kept my head above water. I relied on the discipline, character, and strength that I had started to develop as that little girl in her first swimming pool.
There was wildlife, untouched, a jungle at the border of the sea, never seen by those who floated on the opaque roof. Describing his early experience, in 1936, when a fellow naval officer, Philippe Tailliez, gave him goggles to see below the Mediterranean Sea surface.
He felt the stone hit his chest, hard and hot, before finding its way up to the surface again. He touched it, surprised by its weight. Marjorie splashed him suddenly, laughing loudly before swimming away, toward the shore.
There was the same dazzling red glare. The sea gasped for air with each shallow, stifled wave that broke on the sand ... with every blade of light that flashed off the sand, from a bleached shell or a peice of broken glass, my jaws tightened. I walked for a long time.
Krivak slammed the hatch shut and waited for the depth gauge to show the ship coming shallow, listening to the other missile launches. What a beautiful sound, he thought. The fourth-launched Mark 98 Tigershark torpedo struggled to an angry consciousness, its
I had kept opaque
Down deeper than the canyons undersea
The sullen spectrum of a buried lake
Nobody saw; not seen even by me ...
Stopped rowing as the liquid run of that glad piping broke on him like a wave, caught him up, and possessed him utterly.
A wind picked up and I could feel the sea within it.
Our boat was instantly capsized and overset in the surf, Nickerson recalled,
When I lost you, it was as if all the solid ground dissolved from under my feet. Look at me; I'm a half-drowned man now, hanging onto a wreck.
You can sink a thing deep, weight it down with stones, but eventually, it will surface.
Park hill staten island seal, rock the reel to reel we high hills deep
Diving in IS testing the water.
I don't know. I never heard anything about her again after I landed her man," she said, peering back at me. "She was drowned in my wake. You better hope you can swim if you go up against me."
This bitch was lucky I was letting her leave in one piece. "Like a damn fish.
Sunken fleets of streaming gold are superior to all other surrounding vessels upon the raging waters, for if submerged riches were meant to be and eternally remain hidden to the naked eye, I would wish it to be so, as long as reaching hands are placed as pure
The Millennium Falcon rose.
i was ok in the sea
put me back
It rose slowly like a gull sensing a reckless blue fish to close to the surface, and then it dived relentlessly for the green, kicked and stopped three feet short of the flag.
He began to cry soundlessly. The tide had never gone out so far; he could see nothing but drying mudflats and those splintered pilings which cast their eternal damaged shadows. She
I dive as much as I can.
We all float down here Timmy
Be a duck, remain calm on the surface and paddle like hell underneath.
crackle to life. Recognizing the captain's voice, she reached
The bubble had subsided, leaving only a tiny scar, but the irrational fear of water never quite left her. I never allowed her to forget, not for a moment.
I'm still swimming.
into the kitchen and spotted
when we awoke someone had stolen the sea.
In twenty feet of water, ... the four of us watched the moonlight play on the surface of the water. It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass.
Here by the Canal, a g - A hand closed around Eddie's
The waters are rising, but so am I. I am not going under, but over.
The material's out there, a calm lake waiting for us to dive in.
My course is set for an uncharted sea.
I've been able to get an excitement back in the water.
A slippery fish, flashing scales in the water and a noble fighter on the line, but dull as lead at the bottom of the boat.
She felt like a creature born to reside on the bottom of the ocean floor, dark and flat and half-blind, slowly rising through the icy water to the glittering light above.
this boat is and is not
when it sinks both disappear
It was not a wave but a smooth rolling swell that seemed to come up from the deeps, as if something vast down there had stirred itself.
tag. The underwater lady smiled at me. 'You've come
Body found floating by the docks...
Sank or plundered. The sums are the scoundrel's share,
Already lowered, and in it were four oarsmen and a coxswain. The
I was the place where you anchored. I was the deep water where you could be weightless. I was the surface where you saw your own reflection. You scooped me up in your hands.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Dived through the rain across the sidewalk, found
She rose suddenly and put out
trange things began to happen in the sea.
Anchor buoys marking the dorymen's fishing trawl sank and then shot back to the surface.
went downstairs,
An untold story has a weight that can submerge you, sure as a sunken ship at the bottom of the ocean.
I watched from the raft as the beautiful deep began to swallow the massive boat of steel.
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So singularly clear was the water, that where it was only twenty or thirty feet deep the bottom was so perfectly distinct that the boat seemed floating in the air!
The rising world of waters dark and deep.
From the moment we'd met, he'd dragged me into the deep, swearing to me he was in there with me. It was a lie. He'd waded back out to the shallows and left me to drown.
Slowly it floats more and more away,
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.