Ugly

Stimpy · Post by **Stimpy** » Tue Feb 14, 2006 2:32 am

Ugly

By Nora Grey

I feel ugly inside
But when I look at you
Through your eyes
Your perfect beauty
Comes pouring through
And rains down on me.
I lay drowning on the floor
As you race for the door
Only seconds left to live
But not ugly anymore.
Thank you,and come again.

lizzytysh · Post by **lizzytysh** » Tue Feb 14, 2006 5:28 am

Hi Stimpy ~

Presuming Nora Grey is the one who wrote this, and not part of its title... Nora ended on a funny note. If she lay drowning, with only seconds to live, it seems there wouldn't be much point in the person of perfect beauty, who's fleeing, to come again, at least not to that room

. The simple "thank you" would have worked. Of course, the drowning and the seconds left to live aren't literal, but the departure seems pretty complete there. I guess it's just a note of sarcasm. An odd little poem, it is.

What do you think?

~ Lizzy

Byron · Post by **Byron** » Tue Feb 28, 2006 8:06 pm

Isn't Nora Grey saying thank you for being seen as someone who may be ugly, but is beautiful inside? Her inner-self has been acknowledged by someone who knows that beauty is only skin deep, and sees beyond the ephemeral beauty to the real person beneath the skin? Her true self has been seen and admired, and she says thank you for seeing the person beneath?
Just a thought.

Anne-Marie · Post by **Anne-Marie** » Tue Feb 28, 2006 11:40 pm

Byron wrote:Isn't Nora Grey saying thank you for being seen as someone who may be ugly, but is beautiful inside? Her inner-self has been acknowledged by someone who knows that beauty is only skin deep, and sees beyond the ephemeral beauty to the real person beneath the skin? Her true self has been seen and admired, and she says thank you for seeing the person beneath?
Just a thought.

Yeah, but what about the "only seconds left to live" part?

Byron · Post by **Byron** » Wed Mar 01, 2006 12:14 am

We all have only seconds left to live. 'Nora Grey' is living for now. Just as we are reading her device, just for now. Poetic licence and life all rolled into a piece.
'The Ancient Mariner' is as alive today as ever it was. 'To My Coy Mistress' is as relevant today as it was 400 hundred years ago.
We are being allowed to 'enjoy' the moment. I'd like to think that we can relish it and count our own seconds.

I know that I have a hell of a lot less seconds than I did yesterday. But more than I'll have tomorrow.

jerry · Post by **jerry** » Wed Mar 01, 2006 12:22 am

Come again in the next life?

Byron · Post by **Byron** » Wed Mar 01, 2006 12:25 am

The signature, the signature...

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