The heroines lived with their husbands' shelved principles in an attic of ideals, kept dusted the broken bowls of justice, honor, all men hold the best and kept in the quiet reservoir of womanhood, a still lake where they leaned from the shore and saw not their faces but their faith, because what you cannot be must still belong to you. The heroines kept the attics clean because they believed the attic was Nirvana, that man could alchemize them into inexistence, but they were only caretakers, dusters of undone deeds, only ladies adrift in the lake. Ophelia, innocence offended, sang bawdy songs and drowned in the attic. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOOD OF YEARS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT LINCOLN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PRAYER OF A SOLDIER IN FRANCE by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER SEASONS by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS TIRESOME SPRING by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER SONG OF SOLOMON: AWAKE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A DIGIT OF THE MOON by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 49. FAREWELL TO JULIET (11) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |