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The world had refused
my well-formed creations,
My love no reward
for its smooth sympathy.
I took my desire
to sea for a lifetime,
To find some small passion
for this soul's release.

Discovered the truth
as siren's eyes found me,
Her song written for
a forgotten sixth sense.
My lover's warm touch
gave me understanding;
I followed her down
to a quiet absence.
The Siren by Jeff Doak (© 1996 Jeff Doak. All rights reserved)

 

 

 

 

A mermaid found a swimming lad,
picked him for her own,
pressed her body, laughed;
and plunging down
forgot in cruel happiness
that even lovers drown.
-W.B. Yeats / "The Mermaid"

 

 

 

 

High on the rock, above the waves,
Coaxing the sailors to water filled graves,
The siren sings her solo part.
Neither the rhythm nor yet the sound
Are the waters in which the bearer is drowned
As testimony to her art.
She sings far more than a sailor can hear.
He listens once with a cynical ear
And once with an innocent heart.
Poets and writers desire such skill:
That sirenlike we work our will
On every reader's ear and heart.
Copyright © 1982 By Jane Yolen

 

 

 

 

 

Since once I sat Upon a promantory,
And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath
That the rude sea grew civil at her song.
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
To hear the sea-maid's music.
Love-In-Idleness by William Shakespeare

 

 

 

 

Savedra - Some of us must live underwater!