Morry could never forget that walk in the rain
with Nettie Farrell. To be huddled under an umbrella
with a woman he hated, to smell her violet talcum,
her scented hair, to feel her warm plump hand
squeezing his elbow, her body pressing against his,
so that not for an instant could he forget that it
was Nettie, Nettie Farrell,and that he detested her.
He said nothing to her, tramped straight through
all the puddles leaving her to scamper along
beside him with tight, prim little steps.
Dawn Powell
Dance Night
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| The quote is from p.94 of this edition |
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Footnotes
"Pardon my yin-yang but Hate & Love are nothing more, nothing less
than two sides of the looking glass."
-Marcel DuTramp
The next Dawn Powell page is here.
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But…did he indeed "hate"?
ReplyDeleteNo intoxication to the senses?
He would wait
if even with those defenses.
Did he indeed "hate?"
DeleteI think not.
The "hate" is a warping
of a warm heart.
Think of "Hate" as a warm heart
subject to climate change.