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Ophelia in the River

Leaves are falling

To cover the maiden

Whose feet quickly traverse

The wilderness

The catch in her hair

Flowing behind her like garland

In the cool wind

And, she's Ophelia as she

Splashes into the winter river

And floats downstream

Blue lips and purple rimmed eyes

She's a picture of icy beauty

As her dress drags her down to the bottom

Where she waits

A century later

To be thawed in a Spring

That never comes

Carrie A Deveney

Corrado Govoni (1884-1965)