15 October 2014

Siren’s Shore, Polson, Montana

"...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.

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...."

  - From The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
By T. S. Eliot (1888–1965)

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