“The sea waves stirred before methey dashed against the rocksLike a mermaid rising from its depthscurled white sea foam were her locks...”
“It is pleasant, when the sea is high and the winds are dashing the waves about, to watch from the shores the struggles of another.”
“If you were a mermaid, you said, If you were a mermaid, I was the sea.”
“The fair breeze blew,The white foam flew,And the forrow followed free.We were the first to ever burst into the silent sea.”
“And now, a heap of rosesbeside the sea, white rugosabeside the foaming hem of shore: brave,waxen candles… And we talkas if death were a line to be crossed.Look at them, the white roses.Tell me where they end.”
“You asked me who I thought I was before. I said maybe I was a fish because I love water and you said, you thought a mermaid, maybe.If you were a mermaid, you said, if you were a mermaid, I was the sea.”