The Lifeguard
James Dickey





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In a stable of boats I lie still, 
From all sleeping children hidden. 
The leap of a fish from its shadow 
Makes the whole lake instantly tremble. 
With my foot on the water, I feel 
The moon outside 
Take on the utmost of its power. 
I rise and go out through the boats. 
I set my broad sole upon silver, 
On the skin of the sky, on the moonlight, 
Stepping outward from earth onto water 
In quest of the miracle 
This village of children believed 
That I could perform as I dived 
For one who had sunk from my sight. 
I saw his cropped haircut go under. 
I leapt, and my steep body flashed 
Once, in the sun. 
Dark drew all the light from my eyes. 
Like a man who explores his death 
By the pull of his slow-moving shoulders, 
I hung head down in the cold, 
Wide-eyed, contained, and alone 
Among the weeds, 
And my fingertips turned into stone 
From clutching immovable blackness. 
Time after time I leapt upward 
Exploding in breath, and fell back 
From the change in the children’s faces 
At my defeat. 
Beneath them I swam to the boathouse 
With only my life in my arms 
To wait for the lake to shine back 
At the risen moon with such power 
That my steps on the light of the ripples 
Might be sustained. 
Beneath me is nothing but brightness 
Like the ghost of a snowfield in summer. 
As I move toward the center of the lake, 
Which is also the center of the moon, 
I am thinking of how I may be 
The savior of one 
Who has already died in my care. 
The dark trees fade from around me. 
The moon’s dust hovers together. 
I call softly out, and the child’s 
Voice answers through blinding water. 
Patiently, slowly, 
He rises, dilating to break 
The surface of stone with his forehead. 
He is one I do not remember 
Having ever seen in his life. 
The ground I stand on is trembling 
Upon his smile. 
I wash the black mud from my hands. 
On a light given off by the grave 
I kneel in the quick of the moon 
At the heart of a distant forest 
And hold in my arms a child 
Of water, water, water. 

Making Meanings
The Lifeguard

1. Write down one question you have about this poem. 
2. Who is the speaker in “The Lifeguard”? Where is he, according to stanza 1? What are the children doing? 
3. In stanza 2, what does the lifeguard do? What is he searching for? 
4. According to the flashback in stanzas 3–6, what did the lifeguard do to try to save the boy that day? Why did he swim to the boathouse? 
5. In stanza 7, we are back in the present. What is the lifeguard hoping to accomplish? 
6. What does the lifeguard do in stanza 8? How do you interpret the events in lines 46–54? 
7. One of the themes of the poem has to do with the miracle that the lifeguard hopes for: to save the boy. In developing that theme, Dickey makes allusions to two of Christ’s miracles: walking on water and bringing a dead man to life. Which lines of the poem allude to these miracles?

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