I Will Always Inhabit the Water:
On Living a Swimmer’s Life
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar– Until the morning sun– When One–turned smiling to the land– Oh God! the Other One! The stray ships–passing– Spied a face– Upon the waters borne– With eyes in death–still begging raised– And hands–beseeching–thrown! –Emily Dickinson, (1861) 201 Lately I’ve been haunted by Dickinson’s poem about the two swimmers wrestling …
