My old friend, Tom Markey, On The Beach at Vidanta Puerto Peñasco (04/11/13) — Image by kenne
(Tom and I continued to walk, hike, and travel together til his death on August 17, 2022)
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.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
— from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot
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