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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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So this at last is my heart’s nemesis . . . This big bald legend god— that is so huge a tub of lard as can hardly sit upon a chair And she who has waited all these years withered her beauty with all those tears hasn’t a clue for eyes or ears as to who it is Whisky dribbles down his chins Her shrunken features leave the room Listen well my silent friend and you will hear as this story’s end the sound of laughter from the sky [This message has been edited by Huan Yi (02-26-2005 12:26 AM).] |
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marcel Senior Member
since 2003-03-02
Posts 660az, usa |
love and appreciation----sometimes are not relative to each other! real and true to life piece. |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
marcel, Thanks for reading. This bit is a summary response to a story by W. Somerset Maugham of the same title. In it a man who had come to the islands to live out what he had expected to be a short life tells the tale of a brief young love between a native girl and a deserting sailor. After a period of passion, the sailor is kidnapped by another ship for its crew and disappears. The girl spends her life pining for the sailor’s return, accepting the narrator essentially as a practical accommodation a year later. For the next twenty years or so, two lives are wounded and embittered by the same man’s absence. It is only a chance sodden comment that reveals to the story teller that the visitor he is relating it to is the very sailor he’s speaking of; now a gargantuan tramp boat captain fond of his food and drink who has all but forgotten what was for him a brief chance episode in a life focused before and happily returned after to other mindless interests. When reading the story, I couldn’t help wonder how many other lives are similarly denied and wasted for the sake of a fantasy concerning someone who has long since dramatically changed and has, if ever, stopped caring. Again, thanks for reading. John |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
I think you hit it for many who have gone that route. And yet~~~~ Some keep on dreaming and once in a while~~~~~Once In A While, they chance to meet and do pick up from the beginning.Enjoyed the write and story. marty |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
You are a master at this. Wonderful.  "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Today, both my writings answers this...in a very personal space, there are memories kept warm....they are happiness...and perhaps if only brief, worth a lifetime...valuable, humble, spiritual and worth ever moment, held close in memory... Some memories, paint happiness...and they are a place we can go, when things get a little not so nice. ...and, that's something no one can take away, leave or ever run from....it is, in fact like promises....safe and warm |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
by the way, I forgot, this was an exceptional read...thank you kindly for both the poem and sharing the story which inspired such a lovely read |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
love never dies. else is just a chunk of meat. |
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