“comes a fierce longing”: Countee Cullen’s “To the Swimmer”

Here’s a poem for hot August days: Countee Cullen’s “To the Swimmer.” I love this poem’s long, undulating lines; the phrases roll like waves, their main verbs often placed at the ends of lines. And that last line comes crashing in to shore.

Photo by Matthew Kosloski via Unsplash

Photo by Matthew Kosloski via Unsplash

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