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osprey_archer) wrote2014-02-14 10:36 pm
osprey_archer) wrote2014-02-14 10:36 pm
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The Nineteenth-Century Novel
The Nineteenth-Century Novel
by Eve Grubin
Sometimes I just want to give in, become
the heroine in a great nineteenth-century novel,
an earnest and suffering young woman
who makes the decision that will ruin
the rest of her life.
Once the decision has been made
I want—in my white nightgown—
to unlatch the shutter, throw
open the window,
cry out into the rain.
If not Cathy could I at least be
Elizabeth Bennet living
on the precipice of vast disappointment,
on the edge of loneliness and family shame.
To dip just under the surface of the worst
and then be pulled out
just in time.
by Eve Grubin
Sometimes I just want to give in, become
the heroine in a great nineteenth-century novel,
an earnest and suffering young woman
who makes the decision that will ruin
the rest of her life.
Once the decision has been made
I want—in my white nightgown—
to unlatch the shutter, throw
open the window,
cry out into the rain.
If not Cathy could I at least be
Elizabeth Bennet living
on the precipice of vast disappointment,
on the edge of loneliness and family shame.
To dip just under the surface of the worst
and then be pulled out
just in time.
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I was rather panicking, but the worst of it is over. It was a shock to suddenly have to confront the reality or lack thereof of plans that had hitherto been rather vague and rosy-colored, but I'm getting used to it now.