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)
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