As she drifts down the stream
She looks like a dream
Her cheeks as pink as a rose.
Her dress soaked with water
By now, she has drowned
To the hereafter she goes.
The water consumes her
Now she is free
Ophelia, happy as melancholy can be.
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Author:
Si Bjerke (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death. - Shakespeare's Hamlet
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
The rhythm was cheerful
A take on a famous character this poem speaks of death as freeing. Nicely written in good verse.
Why thank you
You are most welcome
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