In
Shakespeare’s “Hamlet,” Ophelia gives willow for forsaken love: “
There’s rosemary, that’s
for remembrance… and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts… and there’s fennel and
columbines… and there’s rue for you… and here’s some for me… we may call it herb-
grace o’ Sundays… O you must wear your rue with a difference. There’s a daisy. I would give you some
violets, but they withered all when my
father died… There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance… and there’s pansies… and there’s fennel… and there’s columbines… and there’s rue… and there’s a daisy… and there’s rue for you… and here’s some for me… There’s a willow grows aslant
a brook, / That
shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; / There with fantastic garlands did she come… / …her clothes spread wide… / …mermaid-like… / …incapable of her own distress”; In Romantic poetry, willow symbolizes
mourning and grace: “Willow weeps by the river, remembering”; Modern eco-poems praise its erosion control: “Willow roots hold the bank against
flood”;
In love poetry, its drooping branches signify sorrowful beauty: “
Her hair—willow in the rain”; In spiritual verse, it’s flexibility: “Be willow—bend, but don’t break”; In sensory poetry, its whisper is wind through leaves: “
Willow song—soft, constant,
green.”