Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Day 733: Mermaid Love

Yeats is no doubt referencing his unrequited love for Maud Gonne here (who else?) But oh, doesn't he say so much in so little, proving that brevity can be the best breach of the heart.

The Mermaid - WB Yeats

A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown. 

1 comment:

  1. I grew up listening to people speaking broken English. I probably picked that up.
    And I probably speak English almost as a second language. See the link below for more info.



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