An old poem.
February 10, 2010 § Leave a comment
Dimmesdale whose sin was greater and thus whose pain was
The Scar Of Dimmesdale
Are you wearing your scar
That dark shame on your bosom
They smile their conceited smiles
And smear (your benevolence)
with dark hues
Red and darker still.
Pain that I betrayed
Pain (your being)
From which you shed tears
For me to sail on
To exult in an escape
Hester are you wearing my scarlet letter
That which adorns your loving bosom
For it is my own (my own sin)
Emblazoned on your soul (and mine).
It’s very old. Sounds so darn sinister right! The book is okay I think. Its a very usual story… I read it a long time back and didn’t really think much about it. Suddenly found the book one day and the story came back to me…. moved me in some way. Thus the poem.