Playing with an aching thought -- with bitter smile


Poor Ophelia...

Poor Ophelia...
this is the rest...
Hamlet doesn't love you...
for him hate's the best...

"I did love thee once" and
"I loved you not"
shoulders can't carry this,
nobody's, not.

His heart will just broken,
but never will tell you that,
sends you to nunnery...
Than just go, in quiet...

Better to forget him,
this is the rest,
this is the lesson now,
not river, death.

Live further, my sister,
for all of us' sake...
not to cry on your death
and what men can make.







Poetry by Vicky -- Hungary
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Written on 2007-01-06 at 07:40

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W. Burkholder
Wow!
The tempo to this piece is stunning!
your words reallt tell thetale and invoke
the meaning and fellings of this piece
A wonderful read!
thanks for sharing this here

Bravo, Bravo, Bravo!!!
2007-03-02


Zachary P. B.
i feel like i've lived this, making it more than shakespeare, but life. i think that's what you're getting at. how abstract. - z.
2007-01-06