For Eager Lovers (Taggard collection)/Little Hamlet
LITTLE HAMLET
Over you, over you, over,
I hang like a wave, like a lover,
Like a scimitar edged with hate;
Too heavy with grief to be straight
And far,
Too frail to ever discover
How to fall like a wave or a lover—
Or a blue-thin scimitar.
I hang like a wave, like a lover,
Like a scimitar edged with hate;
Too heavy with grief to be straight
And far,
Too frail to ever discover
How to fall like a wave or a lover—
Or a blue-thin scimitar.