Hangin’ with Ms. Turtle Dreams in the land of the sea cows

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 seagirls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
T.S. Eliot

And, Hoss, I have just two words for you:

Dugongs and Sirenian

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3 responses to “Hangin’ with Ms. Turtle Dreams in the land of the sea cows

  1. It amazed me to discover that ancient sailors could look at a dugong and decide it was a mermaid. Maybe they didn’t have prescription glasses back then.

  2. Ah, T.S. Eliot.

    I grow old … I grow old …
    I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

    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.

  3. And/or Hoss, they had been sans female company for many moons.

    I love Prufrock. Thanks.

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