Author Langston Hughes The sea is deep, A knife is sharp, And a poison acid burns ā But they all bring rest, They all bring peace For which the tired Soul yearns. They all bring rest In a nothingness From where No soul returns. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (4 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments