Lylie
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I lick you!
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Post by Lylie on May 26, 2005 13:45:20 GMT -5
Wild Rose
A wild rosebush
Action marked natural dignity
On the threshold of the prison door
Stepped into the open air
As if on her
Own
Clasping the infant close to her
Not by motherly affection
But to conceal a token
But on token
Would properly hide
Another
The brazen hussy with child
Held a haughty smile
Walking towards punishment
but felt agony
From every
footstep
The taint of the deepest sin
The most sacred to human life
The dark of the woman's beauty
This sin of
One's most sacred
Marriage
Seven Years Down the Road
The outcast woman
Submitted uncomplainingly
To society's worst usage
But she did not
Weigh upon its
Sympathies
Laboring with her hands
To earn the daily bread
Ever ready to give her substance
To every demand
Of the
Poor
Hester's Silent Partner
Standing where Hester stood
Beckoning her in the night
Was her once lover
The reverend
Auther Dimmsdale
Hester just from a deathbed
Followed up the stairs
To the silent
Sinner
Her silent sinner
Would not come forth
To stand with them
Noontide
Maternity's touch
Her prison door open
But confined by sin
In a sphere of her own
Only a child
With her
Same burden to take up
Piles each day
Her misery and shame
Of the
Flaming letter
No longer can she borrow
No more time of innocence
The only thing she has
Is her great price
Pearl
Her great, precious price
Has soften her ways
To more motherly aspects
No longer the
Wild rosebush
When tried to be taken
Hester exclaimed
I can teach my Pearl
Laying a finger on
Her sin
I can teach my Pearl
What this badge hath tought me
And with the ministers help
Mother and child
Stands toghether
The child helps the mother
By being her sole treasure
The mother resisted
The Blackman's
Temptation
The Woman's Revival
Knew not whether it were woman or shadow
Clad in garment so somber and gray
So little relieved from the gray twilight
To the clouded
Sky
She looked into her lovers face
But hesitated to speak
She conquered her fears
and told him of an enemy
Under the same Roof
She undid her clasp for the latter
And threw it to a distance among the withered leaves
She tool of the formal cap with hair gushing down
Just to have to put it on
For her little
Pearl
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alexander
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Threat Detected
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Post by alexander on Mar 25, 2006 9:26:08 GMT -5
I really felt sorry for the woman. I hope this poem gets a sequel! If it does I will probably be the first one to read it. Keep it up Lylie!
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gryphonpoet
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Shangri-La is in your mind. Your Buffalo isn't. (Sign in Olympic Village in Beijing)
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Post by gryphonpoet on Mar 25, 2006 12:08:16 GMT -5
I enjoyed this retelling. It's a classic novel and the storyline is timeless. And to read it now in poetic form is just a sheer delight. Nice work, Lylie.
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