Elinor Morton Wylie

Somerville, New Jersey
Elinor Morton Wylie
Somerville, New Jersey
Explore Poems GO!


Rating: 3.4
My locks are shorn for sorrow
Of love which may not be;
Tomorrow and tomorrow
Are plotting cruelty.

The winter wind tangles
These ringlets half-grown,
The sun sprays with spangles
And rays like his own.
Oh, quieter and colder
Read More
Dhiraj 20 November 2017
Hair in flowing water is straightened.
0 0 Reply
Daniel Brick 11 September 2015
Kim's comment is very true and in its clarity and simplicity does justice to the much wronged Ophelia. (I include Hamlet among those who grievously wronged her.) But I would like to think her suicide was neither planned nor conscious. I see her surrendering to the lure of the stream and scent of the flowers, not intentionally killing herself, but rather joining those sweet elements in nature with which she had more in common than with those conniving, self-centered, worldly people that make up the rotten court of Denmark. (And, much as I hate to say it, that includes Hamlet.)
0 0 Reply
Kim Barney 11 September 2015
Don't you get it, people? This is a poem about suicide. My locks are shorn for sorrow of love which may not be. [She has cut her hair because of love lost.] Oh, quieter and colder Is the stream; he will wait; When my curls touch my shoulder He will comb them straight. [The stream is quieter and colder and will wait for her. When she drowns herself, the water will take the curls out of her hair.]
0 0 Reply
Ramesh T A 11 September 2015
A nice poem to read on the love in wait of a lady for her lover!
0 0 Reply
Kinyua Karanja 11 September 2015
Optimistic lover who is under anxiety as shown by her unmade hair wish to meet a real love who would care for her. Nice poem
0 0 Reply

Delivering Poems Around The World

Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...

5/6/2021 10:05:33 AM #