The burden of similitude

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The burden of similitude

Postby Saturn » Sat Aug 14, 2010 8:24 pm

The burden of similitude

The burden of similitude
Tips the verge of distress;
Reflections that pierce deep
Into one's own faults crack
The mirror to shards, to dust.
To see one's own despair
Painted on a beloved face
Is Medusa catching sight
Of her own stiff horror,
Or like an ugly Narcissus
Drowned by his own foul
And hideous form: Pain
Etched in stone, shame
Sunk to the very blackness.
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Re: The burden of similitude

Postby steffen » Sun Aug 22, 2010 12:13 pm

Saturn, your poem, The Burden of Similitude, moves me to the core. Tennessee Williams in his play -The Night of the Iguana- closes with a poem declaimed by the old man in his dying breath, hoping and fearing all; -it is a plea for courage in the face of despair, the courage of "the orange branch" -another similitude-

HOW CALMLY DOES THE ORANGE BRANCH
(From the Night of the Iguana, Act Three)

How calmly does the orange branch
Observe the sky begin to blanch
Without a cry, without a prayer,
With no betrayal of despair.

Sometime while night obscures the tree
The zenith of its life will be
Gone past forever, and from thence
A second history will commence.

A chronicle no longer gold,
A bargaining with mist and mould,
And finally the broken stem
The plummeting to earth; and then

An intercourse not well designed
For beings of a golden kind
Whose native green must arch above
The earth's obscene, corrupting love.

And still the ripe fruit and the branch
Observe the sky begin to blanch
Without a cry, without a prayer,
With no betrayal of despair.

O courage, could you not as well
Select a second place to dwell,
Not only in that golden tree
But in the frightened heart of me?
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Re: The burden of similitude

Postby Saturn » Sun Aug 22, 2010 1:05 pm

Thanks for that Steffen, I've never read any Williams, apart from Streetcar and watching the film of course, but that's a nice piece.
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