Hamlet 3 Poem by David McLansky

Hamlet 3



Let you go, to live in peace?
Were I so willing with any thief?
You stole my heart
Now return it,
What good my heart
That now your spurn it?
A curse alight upon women's form,
How in candle light you so transform;
Your sparkling eyes, your fair bronzed cheek,
Your lisping words, cooed as you speak.
It is a poison honey dipped
Beguiling fools with passion whipped,
Çondemning reason to be jailed,
Who prisoner-like now howls and rails;
We watch ourselves step toward the abyss
While you smile and sway and coyly lisp;
You make us fools, scorned knowing fools,
Within your hands, a willing tool;
You dance your jig with wild abandon,
You're every move we mimic in tandem;
And when depraved, of senses stripped,
You say us nay, and leave us tripped;
I'll have no more of your maddening brew,
I say with love, be gone, I'm threw.
Ah, now the tears overflow your eyes
I know your wiles, be gone your lies!
Those fountains that o'erflow their lids,
Leak like engines poorly hid;
I say no more of woman's lies
That mock the wearer they so despise.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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