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Thursday, May 11, 2006

Rainy Day

It’s a cool and rainy day today. It's a day that makes me wistful…and leaves me feeling somewhat philosophical. And so, with raindrops falling like tears outside my open window, I find myself thinking of this rather poignant poem by Erica Jong:

Parable of the Four-Poster

Because she wants to touch him,
she moves away.
Because she wants to talk to him,
she keeps silent.
Because she wants to kiss him,
she turns away
& kisses a man she does not want to kiss.

He watches
thinking she does not want him.
He listens
hearing her silence.
He turns away
thinking her distant
& kisses a girl he does not want to kiss.

They marry each other –
a four-way mistake.
He goes to bed with his wife
thinking of her.
She goes to bed with her husband
thinking of him.
-- & all this in a real old-fashioned four-poster bed.

Do they live unhappily ever after?
Of course.
Do they undo their mistakes ever?
Who is the victim here?
Love is the victim.
Who is the villain?
Love that never dies.

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Someone wrote that "Poetry is the highest form of literature." For the life of me, I can't remember who, but I believe that he/she is absolutely correct. What we have here, in 29 lines organized into 4 short stanzas, is a story of heartbreak and longing and sorrow that lasts a lifetime.

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