hair-spiration & poetry

 Currently obsessing about : Hairspray (the movie) and Long, fairy- like hair ... 

... much unlike my messy mess, still awake late at night  

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 Strange is thy pallor! Strange thy dress!

Strange, above all, thy length of tress,

And all this solemn silentness!

(from "The Sleeper" by Edgar Allen Poe)

 

 

Her gold hair fell on the wall of gold

Like delicate gossamer tangles spun

On the burnished disk of marigold

Or the sun-flower turning to meet the sun

When the gloom of the jealous night is done

(from "In the Gold Room" by Oscar Wilde)

 

 

He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there

But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter

Bess, the landlord’s daughter

Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

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He stood upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,

But she loosened her hair in the casement! His face burnt like a brand

As the sweet black waves of perfume came tumbling o’er his breast,

Then he kissed its waves in the moonlight

(O sweet black waves in the moonlight!),

And he tugged at his reins in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

(from "The Highwayman" by Alfred Noyes) 

Silken threads of charcoal black,

Shimmering iridescent plumage,

Let them swallow me up,

Entangle and entwine,

Ensnare my restless feet

And tether me like a hawk’s jesses,

Let me drown in her tresses.

(author unknown)

 

She foots it ever fair and young,

Her locks are tied in haste,

And one is o’er her shoulder flung,

And hangs below her waist.

(from "The Unrealised Ideal" by Frederick Locker-Lampson)

You need but lift a pearl-pale hand,

And bind up your long hair and sigh;

And all men’s hearts must burn and beat;

And candle-like foam on the dim sand,

And stars climbing the dew-dropping sky,

Live but to light your passing feet. 

(from "He Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes" by William Butler Yeats) 

 

 

Her flowing locks, the raven’s wing,
Adown her neck and bosom hing;
How sweet unto that breast to cling,
And round that neck entwine her!
(from "Her Flowing Locks" by Robert Burns)