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Poetry Friday: The Mermaid

I would be a mermaid fair;
I would sing to myself the whole of the day;
With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair;
And still as I comb’d I would sing and say,
Who is it loves me? who loves not me?

-Alfred Lord Tennyson

To read the whole poem, go here.

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  1. TadMack says:

    We read this in school, and it’s so… romantic, I could imagine all of the 18th/19th century girls reading it and thinking that they, too, could have mermen chasing them and one taking them away… all very chastely, of course, except it’s really not!

  2. Re: TadMack says:

    See, and I always joke with my boyfriend that I’m one of those mermaids who comes ashore and you can steal her cap/tail and trap her on land with you, and that he did that to me. Which is not at all running off with a merman, even a little.

  3. Ooh, racy! This has some wonderful imagery. I especially like:

    Till that great sea-snake under the sea
    From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps
    Would slowly trail himself sevenfold

    Lovely!

    And we all know what Freud would say about that snake…:>)

    Thanks for sharing!

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