the love song of j. alfred pippifrock

I've always loved the poem by T.S. Eliot - The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, and especially the last few lines.

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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.

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But this poem is more of a lament than a love song, though, isn't it?

I think I'll change it.

Starting with the last few lines:

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I can hear the mermaids singing, each to each.

I join them and I know that I am free.

That's me there riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

That's us among the chambers of the sea
As sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
We sing the truth, which is the only sound.

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There we go.

That's better.

xoxo,
erin