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I have dragged my ragged claws in this wet sand,
ever Eastward (as the better maker suggests
we all might scuttle,
while he paces about his cell, immobile) and I may tell
that it is not so divine a fate—
for none here may be graced to drown
nor can we hear, so deep beneath
the black waves, any siren’s sound
let alone a human voice to wake us.
And how should you presume to know
when one such as we are wakened?
Our eyes, lidless, stay fixed,
but on what, I ask you?
Come. Descend and ask it of my eyes.
©2009-2010 ~PunchDrunkLover
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:iconichw1ll:
Sirens the legendary sea female things or sirens as in blaring sirens of a car?

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Those who love most, have forever the childlike mind.
:iconpunchdrunklover:
which do you think? haha
[link]

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No one I think is in my tree
:iconichw1ll:
Umm legendary sea female things?

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Those who love most, have forever the childlike mind.
:iconpunchdrunklover:
Good guess.

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No one I think is in my tree
:icongormanda:
I like the poem, though I'm not a big Hamlet person.
:iconpunchdrunklover:
No dear, it's a response to Prufrock where he states that he should've been an "attendant lord" i.e. Polonius

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No one I think is in my tree
:icongormanda:
reference went over my head i'm sorry to say
:iconpunchdrunklover:
it's ok. did you see the link? i have it in a reply to someone else on this deviation

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No one I think is in my tree

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