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Sunday, September 2, 2007

Harold Lloyd in Love


la nuit blanche September 3, 2007 at 11:38 AM  

"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

tangobaby September 3, 2007 at 3:12 PM  

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.