Let her braided locks grow down to her waist first, and then they will learn how to twist and curl; right now, these tresses do not know how to curl properly.
The poet captures the innocent blooming of youth through the tender imagery of growing tresses. At present, the beloved's braided hair is too young and modest to know the art of ensnaring a lover's heart. But the lover playfully assures us that once these locks grow long enough to graze her waist, they will effortlessly master every dangerous twist, curve, and coquettish charm.
Interpretation note: meanings and explanations may be AI-assisted and should not replace a primary text or scholarly edition. See the editorial policy.
Audio
Free — just your email. You'll come right back here.
No comments yet. Be the first.