Your hair is long and wonderful;
It is dark, with golden
Lights in the length of it.
Long, lovely, liquid, glorious
Is your hair, and lustrous,
Scented with summertime.
Beware when you are combing it,
In the nights and mornings,
Shaking its splendor out.
I bid you comb it carefully,
For my soul is caught there,
Wound in the web of it.
[Robinson Jeffers, 'To Helen About Her Hair', in The Penguin Anthology of Twentieth-Century American Poetry]
- for one who no longer has so much hair, but still has the best of me
What does it mean that when I read this first two lines, this song started playing in my head?
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