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Love's Labour Lost?

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Hamlet: Act III, Scene I. A Room in the Castle.

Ophelia:

    And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
    That suck'd the honey of his music vows,
    Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
    Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
    That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth
    Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me,

    To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

Odilon Redon (1840-1916)   OPHELIA

 Odilon Redon (1840-1916).  Ophelia


OPHELIA This sonnet was inspired by Shakespeare of course. It was also inspired by an eerie scene from the 1997 movie blockbuster, "Titanic", where we find ourselves face to face with a drowned maiden in a white chiffon ballgown.
    Adrift amid the bindweed, through the reeds, Watching the sky with deep unblinking eyes, She passes where the turquoise mayfly feeds, Oblivious of all that swims or flies. Red flowered chiffon billows to her hands Open like water lilies in the sun, Her skin's the colour of tropical sands, Her russet hair shines bright as copper spun. Fabulous jewels languish on her breast, Rich spoils of love rendered useless in death, Her parted lips make unspoken behest; The rosy portal of her final breath. Now all is cold where roiling passion flamed, As jealous earth mourns what the river claimed. © by Sara L. Russell, March, 2002


    The Coming of Age

    The raddled shadow of the hand of age Is reaching through the catacombs of time, To curl the corners of each vellum page To bathe the dancing ego in quicklime. The looming hooded figure by the door Stands fast, to watch with dark twin cavern eyes, To reach out with its sharply-pointing claw And strip all that is superficial guise. This is the hand that takes it all away, Etching dark faces like the bark of trees, This is the palette daubed with shades of grey Which paints us all into pale travesties. Turn now, to face the horror of the new, The old face in the looking glass is you. © by Sara Russell, August, 2001

    A Sense of Loss

    I searched within the timbre of your voice And deep within your earnest blue-grey eyes, Within each subtle shift that time employs, In words, which may be wise or otherwise. I thought I found it in a time unplanned, Along a (too rare) peaceful walk with you, When you had stopped to gently take my hand And smile into my eyes, as if you knew. Ah, then I thought our wild time had returned, When our blood knew the heat of passion's bliss, When all sensible thought was overturned And nothing seemed more pressing than a kiss. You yawned as I caressed your greying hair; I saw that we were tired and full of care. © Sara L. Russell 2nd July 2001

    Pianissimo

    He plays with tender notes in minor scale So perfectly in pianissimo Each note becomes the whisper of a veil Soft-sliding through the air, sedate and slow. Long fingers fly to alabaster keys To touch each one with measured gentleness; Lost love and passion, pastel memories, Twist through the air like smoke with each caress. Now he evokes a distant, deep lagoon, Now sunset skies, now snow falling at night, Now a dark ocean, mirror to the moon: In Ultramarine streaked with pearly white. He plays a language words can seldom show, In slow, entrancing pianissimo. © by Sara Russell, April 2001

    A Husband's Love

    A husband's love is all of subtlety: Unspoken feelings given in a glance And deep behind the eyes, a treasury Of passion might find voice, given the chance. His dear, familiar body warms the night, My privilege, such closeness in his space; We live soft-focused in each other's sight And walk in rhythm with each other's pace. His subtle love, his breath against my ear, Sweet words poured out in love, for me alone, In conversations no-one else may hear In touch, a language he has made his own. Dear smooth façade that hides such mystery! A husband's love is all of subtlety. © by Sara Russell, May, 2001

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