Ophelia Poems - Poems about Ophelia

POEMS ABOUT OPHELIA Ophélie (“Ophelia”) by Arthur Rimbaud translation by Michael R. Burch On pitiless black waves unsinking stars abide while pale Ophelia, a lethargic lily, drifts by. Here, tangled in her veils, she floats on the tide. Far-off, in the woods, we hear the strident bugle’s cry. For a thousand years, or more, sad Ophelia, This albescent phantom, has rocked here, to and...

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My Sweet-Candid Ophelia Hamlet did loveth your fairness yet frailness You showed him and the World that Love's pure through your playful kindness The sweet haunting of your departing has taught us a happy yet bittersweet lesson. William did giveth you a mercy ending for all the pain in the world. You'll forever remain in Hamlet's heart For which you're bounded...

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The quintessential of nyctophilia, wrapped in bridal attire, slowly and slowly as in somnambulism there goes the heroine of timeless tragedy to supersede her lovers feigned insanity. Her beloved father is no more, being killed by her suitor's intrigued tyranny; ignored to be drowned, to burn in the flame of plotted felony. Jilted, to be startled by the...

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Dappled light plays on a mossy bank as the tranquil waters of an idle stream meander dreamlike through summer, thick with nature's bounty. The only sound on the pregnant air is the stirring of a dragonfly's wing as it sings it's summer song on this long, lazy day. Along the way a maiden chances and dances, barefoot among the camomile,...

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Safe Harbor by Michael R. Burch for Kevin N. Roberts The sea at night seems an alembic of dreams— the moans of the gulls, the foghorns’ bawlings. A century late to be melancholy, I watch the last shrimp boat as it steams to safe harbor again. In the twilight she gleams with a festive light, done with her trawlings, ready to sleep... Deep, deep, in delight glide the creatures of night, elusive...

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“Only in his hometown and in his own household is a prophet without honor.” Matthew 13:57 Sometimes, when I go shopping, I meet a strange woman. Barefoot, dressed only in a garland of dried flowers and an old sheet stained with bird droppings, with last year’s nest on the head and ecstatic glint in the eyes, she gets...

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Reading Shakespeare, I used to smoke Ophelia’s garland for a better understanding: crow-flowers, nettles, daisies and long purples that liberal shepherds give a grosser name, but our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them. Fingers caused hypnogogic hallucinations, daisies – hypnopompic ones. Alas, crow-flowers and nettles didn’t work, but on the plus side, it...

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Blasphemy of course, the blood seekers wailed. Afraid of her God, Baal, terrified of her tantric sexuality She was all the things they feared the most. Assertive, calm, self-pronounced, meditative, Thoughtful. She would turn the women into thinkers! She was golden to their pretend silver. Fear encouraged them to plot her demise and death She is a jezebel, one who had been...

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ACT 1, SCENE 1 Opening night of a new West End Production called ‘Shakespeare: Ode to a Character’ Curtain rises Enter BENEDICK (in full costume as Ophelia from Shakespeare’s ‘Hamlet’) BENEDICK: ‘An Ode to Ophelia’ I have a heart, Which is bound in its own chains, Arteries crystallised in bleak light. I want to love, I want to be loved in return – More than anything, I...

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Ophelia had cancerous breasts According to all of the tests But old Doctor Kaiser Was simply a miser Who plundered the most treasured chests...

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while you wondered, to be or not to be I already knew my truth to walk this world alone, my love confused and mad with grief water it calls to me, I ask how deep do I drown my sorrows for a man who never loved me never wiped my tears, never held my hand I knew my fate before anyone to drift...

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umbrella graveyard broken spines, dead in the street hurricane hits hard We are currently in the grips of the aftermath of hurricane Ophelia - there has been some damage on our little Island but so far everyone is safe although there have been several fatalities in Ireland where the storm seems to be centered:-( 10/16/17...

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"No more romance" she said A seductive brunette trying to hide her age And get what she wants Come as a guest Leave as a paramour It's not my fault No, no, no way. Look at her She have already ransomed her fault Notorious and lonely at the same time I believe in godesses, yeah I do Oh my God, you are real I see you...

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O luckless maid! such beauteous blush with modest blandishments did'st flash to woo a Prince o'erthrown, in madness' grasp! Still-born, ne'er meant to flourish, true love was the hapless prey, Polonius lay cold, extinguish'd by the Dane's misguided sway. It drove thee mindless, to a frenzy, death thy only destination, borne by rippling river's eddy to thy final resting place....

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O luckless maid! such beauteous blush with modest blandishments did'st flash to woo a Prince o'erthrown, in madness' grasp! Still-born, ne'er meant to flourish, true love was the hapless prey, Polonius lay cold, extinguish'd by the Dane's misguided sway. It drove thee mindless, to a frenzy, death thy only destination, borne by rippling river's eddy to thy final resting place....

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