Fable Of The Mermaid And The Drunks Poem by Pablo Neruda

Fable Of The Mermaid And The Drunks

Rating: 3.7


All those men were there inside,
when she came in totally naked.
They had been drinking: they began to spit.
Newly come from the river, she knew nothing.
She was a mermaid who had lost her way.
The insults flowed down her gleaming flesh.
Obscenities drowned her golden breasts.
Not knowing tears, she did not weep tears.
Not knowing clothes, she did not have clothes.
They blackened her with burnt corks and cigarette stubs,
and rolled around laughing on the tavern floor.
She did not speak because she had no speech.
Her eyes were the colour of distant love,
her twin arms were made of white topaz.
Her lips moved, silent, in a coral light,
and suddenly she went out by that door.
Entering the river she was cleaned,
shining like a white stone in the rain,
and without looking back she swam again
swam towards emptiness, swam towards death.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Taylor Butts 22 June 2009

Actually Sarah Mann, I happen to think you are very wrong. It's more so about the conflict between nature and society. Allison Mo did a brilliant job of quoting Yahoo Answers on this one. You really should use proper citation when using a direct quote from a source though, Allison. Otherwise, it could be mistaken as plagiarism.

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bruhh 26 October 2020

calling em out like dat?

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Annas S 23 January 2010

So interesting, all of the different views... This is not about mermaids, nor drunks, but rather the unwilling loss of innocence. The way someone can take your soul... (I have always thought of this poem metaphorically.)

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Desmond 01 December 2017

Not about the unwilling loss of innocence... about the willing loss. The poem is about the choice one makes to be corrupted, or to remain innocent. We face these choices daily.

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Sarah Mann 11 October 2007

This is a poem about rape. After the men raped her, she drowned herself. 'She was like a mermaid taken by drunk sailors'

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Sylvia Frances Chan 03 August 2021

ScintillatingModern Poem Of The Day! 5 Stars full. I have enjoyed very much his very intelligent words

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Sylvia Frances Chan 03 August 2021

Obscenities drowned her golden . Not knowing tears, she did not weep tears. Not knowing clothes, she did not have clothes. They blackened her with burnt corks and cigarette stubs, Typical Pablo Nerduda. As oft told Fables can become truths in folks mouth

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Jose Gonzalez 02 August 2021

I love the ending sometimes it does not end well and that is real life.

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Shaun Cronick 02 May 2020

Many different aspects of soul-searching for every reader to interpret.

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my child hated this poem as much as the ice age baby

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