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A Siren’s affection is naught but a vain one.
She sees love in only the tenderest skin,
But her grace is that of a blossoming rose
Blooming into the face of mine.
Such a face can only love its rival.
A mask like mine; she will never covet.
My love’s passions are yet to be learned;
Hopeless are deepest words that flow to her.
Narcissism will come to an end.
A love for verse triumphs over
A love for beauty.
How long and short this transition!
From beast to woman.
I have waited for so long
But yet, I cannot move on.
To think — she refuses my love!
To think — I am still too common.
To think — her mellifluous laughter
Piercing the only pride I can muster.
How much more breathtaking she is
Without her telltale wings about her.
But one chance is all I have to reveal
Passion or rejection.
A leap I must take, however long it may be.
For trusting in her is also
Trusting in
Me.
She sees love in only the tenderest skin,
But her grace is that of a blossoming rose
Blooming into the face of mine.
Such a face can only love its rival.
A mask like mine; she will never covet.
My love’s passions are yet to be learned;
Hopeless are deepest words that flow to her.
(Without a twinge of regret,A Siren’s heart can fade.
Escaping from my soul to hers
Is the only crossing to
Happiness)
Narcissism will come to an end.
A love for verse triumphs over
A love for beauty.
How long and short this transition!
From beast to woman.
I have waited for so long
But yet, I cannot move on.
To think — she refuses my love!
To think — I am still too common.
To think — her mellifluous laughter
Piercing the only pride I can muster.
How much more breathtaking she is
Without her telltale wings about her.
But one chance is all I have to reveal
Passion or rejection.
A leap I must take, however long it may be.
For trusting in her is also
Trusting in
Me.
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Passion de mon propre (Google translator ftw)
So... this poem was originally an assignment from my lit teacher regarding the lovely play Cyrano de Bergerac. I actually enjoyed writing it so much that when I finally got the poem back, I revised it and decided to submit it here.
An understanding of the play itself would be helpful if analyzing this poem but probably not necessary.
This was written with Cyrano as the speaker as he builds up his courage to tell Roxane the truth.
Interpret as you will.
Would this qualify as a fanpoem or something? Haha. Would probably need disclaimer: Cyrano de Bergerac is the property of its original playwright, Edmond Rostand. I do not own the characters in any way, shape, or form.
So... this poem was originally an assignment from my lit teacher regarding the lovely play Cyrano de Bergerac. I actually enjoyed writing it so much that when I finally got the poem back, I revised it and decided to submit it here.
An understanding of the play itself would be helpful if analyzing this poem but probably not necessary.
This was written with Cyrano as the speaker as he builds up his courage to tell Roxane the truth.
Interpret as you will.
Would this qualify as a fanpoem or something? Haha. Would probably need disclaimer: Cyrano de Bergerac is the property of its original playwright, Edmond Rostand. I do not own the characters in any way, shape, or form.
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Okay, I'm not familiar with Cyrano de Bergarac (though I plan to read it one day), but I'll try to give you some so-called "advanced critique" because I reeeeally enjoyed reading this poem! ^^
My favourite lines were "A love for verse triumphs over / A love for beauty." Just as the speaker mentioned how a Siren's heart can fade, beauty fades too and words last longer. So by writing this, the speaker in a way proves his devotion more?
I dunno if that was "right" or not but I also thought it was interesting how he wavers between "passion" and "rejection." I don't know the situation around it but it's such a powerful dilemma. His reaction, her reaction, all of it, etc.
I can't explain things well D:
My favourite lines were "A love for verse triumphs over / A love for beauty." Just as the speaker mentioned how a Siren's heart can fade, beauty fades too and words last longer. So by writing this, the speaker in a way proves his devotion more?
I dunno if that was "right" or not but I also thought it was interesting how he wavers between "passion" and "rejection." I don't know the situation around it but it's such a powerful dilemma. His reaction, her reaction, all of it, etc.
I can't explain things well D: