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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BALLADS AND CANTILENAS: OPHELIA, by PAUL FORT
First Line: To the sad wind of the woods, something the night doth croon
Last Line: "a rush? 'tis she, poor mime, who culls eternal dream."
Subject(s): Death; Women; Dead, The
First Line: To the sad wind of the woods, something the night doth croon
Last Line: "a rush? 'tis she, poor mime, who culls eternal dream."
Subject(s): Death; Women; Dead, The
To the sad wind of the woods, something the night doth croon
"Ask her on what she broods in the stream, the rosy moon."
"In the stream where swims a rose, a rush to drink doth stoop."
Ophelia's cheek doth droop towards the reflected rose of her arm in waters deep,
and all Ophelia goes . . .
What has she said, the moon, to the sad wind of the woods?
"A rush? 'Tis she, poor mime, who culls eternal dream."
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