The Return
Coming up from my boat
In haste to lighten your anxiety,
I saw, reflected in the circular metal mirror.
The face and hands of a woman
Arranging her hair.
Poems on the topic: hair
Poems on the topic “hair” on Poets.by.
Rapunzel
All day, all day I brush
My golden strands of hair;
All day I wait and wait. . . .
Ah, who is there?
Who calls? Who calls? The gold
Ladder of my long hair
I loose and wait. . . . and wait. . . .
Ah, who is there?
She left at dawn. . . . I am blind
In the tangle of my long hair. . . .
Is it she? the witch? the witch?
Ah, who is there?
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