Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Poem 16: Ophelia


Even in her distress, she is aware
of an observer. Notice how her head tilts
at an attractive angle, the rich tints
of her hair and luminous skin
in contrast to the green leaves.

Her face is lost in the performance.
Shakespeare killed her but she is now
forever arrested at the moment
before her death and seems almost
unaware of what is very soon to come.

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