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TSIPI SHAROOR
TSIPI SHAROOR
Ophelia’s Neck Grows Long in the Water
A blanket of water covers you
Ophelia
your neck grows nettles and wild chrysanthemums*
and your body
Ophelia
is held by the fingers of the dead.
Water flowers are better,
whisper pale lips,
better
the water
and the dead
than a straight jacket
and castaway wind in the hand
and the rocks of the river
and not the death of your love
