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The Woolf and the Virgin
by Julie Adams
Shakespeare made
no room
for a sister
she made one
of her own
decorated it
with ink
words, reflection
v o i c e s
though he appears
the tragic king,
her final hour
drowns his woe
in the river
of her discontent
lapping at the river
bed, not her fears
our tears
she leaves rocks
in the pockets
of our memory
04/20/2003 Author's Note: Inspired by readings of Virginia Woolf, esp. A Room of One's Own
Posted on 04/20/2003
Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Delilah Coyne on 03/24/06 at 06:18 PM This piece is tragically beautiful. I especially like "drowns his woe/
in the river/
of her discontent" - it's meaningful in a direct way, as well as a figurative way. It's a very effective phrase. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/23/06 at 06:34 PM Interesting combination of two literary giants. Olé! |
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