“A Mermaid” (1900), by John William Waterhouse
“It was a Maine lobster town —-
each morning boatloads of hands
pushed off for granite
quarries on the islands….
”One night you dreamed
you were a mermaid clinging to a wharf-pile,
and trying to pull
off the barnacles with your hands.’’
— From “Water,’’ by Robert Lowell (1917-1977)
Oak Grove Cemetery, Bath, Maine.
— Photo by Seasider53
“Here, in Maine, every stone is a skull and you live close to your own death. Where, you ask yourself, where indeed will I be buried? That is the power of those old villages: to remind you of stasis.’’
— Elizabeth Hardwick (1916-2007) in The Collected Essays of Elizabeth Hardwick. She spent much time in Castine, Maine, during summers, especially during her marriage to poet Robert Lowell.
King’s Chapel in Boston. Built in 1749, originally to host an Anglican (Episcopalian) congregation, it later became a quirky Unitarian church that kept some Episcopal aspects.
“Mary Winslow is dead. Out on the Charles
The shells hold water and their oarblades drag,
Littered with captivated ducks, and now
The bell-rope in King's Chapel Tower unsnarls
And bells the bestial cow From Boston Common; she is dead.’’
— From “Mary Winslow,’’ by Robert Lowell (1917-1977)
