"Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown."
I won't tell you how many years it's been since I read that poem. But I will thank you for reminding me how sublime it was (and is) and how I enjoyed that most.
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"Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown."
-The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot
Dear Nuit,
I won't tell you how many years it's been since I read that poem. But I will thank you for reminding me how sublime it was (and is) and how I enjoyed that most.
xo
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