Ophelia <br /> <br /> <br />Indeed, My Lord, <br />Yet you answer with intense dispatch, <br />One minute merry <br />And resolute, <br />The next withdrawn <br />Denying pursuit. <br />Do you study hard <br />To be so perverse <br />Your pregnant answers <br />Seem rehearsed. <br />Is it your intention <br />To repute your oaths, <br />Being so contrary, <br />Well, though I'm loath, <br />I'll return your promises <br />With no interest paid, <br />Like a borrowed garment <br />Just slightly frayed. <br /> <br />Again this rage <br />And comdemnation, ! <br />Would you fault a knave <br />An entire nation? <br />These exaggerated airs <br />These dramatic poses, <br />This intense despair, <br />These thorny roses. <br />You never loved? <br />You made me so believe <br />When I embraced your love <br />You seemed relieved; <br />Now this denial <br />This swift recall, <br />Now you insist <br />I never loved at all! <br />Though I am young, <br />An unskilled maid, <br />These games ill-played, <br />Echoed in this hall, <br />Make me think you are mad, <br />Oh, how you rave. <br />You foam, you spit, <br />What words you splatter, <br />In passion's fit <br />Oh what is the matter? <br />Your bonds in me <br />I do release; <br />Oh, let me go <br />To live in peace.<br /><br />David McLansky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ophelia-to-hamlet/
