Ana Karenina steps under an oncoming train to her death.
From Tolstoy’s Novel of the same name….
The eyes the eyes
all those eyes -
staring blankly through
me as though not reviled
but worse - invisible
Impossible -
Once inconceivable
His eyes – Those eyes
that flashed capturing
the world in each
indelible look and now
“What am I doing?’
Recall, the worker –
that worker crushed
under wheels as we
and they watched so
long ago, long before
we danced, or loved,
or fell together in hell
or heaven wrought
passion that eclipsed all
passion unstoppable
blazing in consummated
conflagration into love
Love, that lit the universe of
my soul and held me
wiling captive – so long
So long ago signifier worker fell
in sacrificial warning supreme
Writ this time – of death
in his blood
As I step from this
platform of misery alone
the familiar rush, push
Whoosh of the train
The gentle train, the
vehicle of my love, my life
Step from this platform and
Into the arms of death as the
worker beckoned – leap finally
to be free -I step this final step
and in the shimmer of mysticism
In the foretelling of engine smoke,
the veil lifts ironically clears
and I already falling - fall in
abject clarity exposing me
to myself -prisoner of irrevocable
action once again …
too late to reverse the running wheels…
Wonder…
“Where am I?”
“What am I doing?”
“What for”
Oh boy. Elegantly done, Pearl. I read AK many years ago and the ending just broke me. I have only ever read three novels whose endings did that; AK, Notre Dame de Paris, and one by Sylvia Brownrigg called "Pages For You." Oddly, 2 of those 3 are full of chaff, Tolstoy and Hugo both digressing from their story to muse upon farming or architecture or other some such thing that didn't further the plot at all. Nevertheless, I am so glad that I stuck with them and read them because the story in each is magnificent and heartbreaking. Like your poem.
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DeleteOooh thank you and looking forward to reading yours! I agree (obviously) with the AK ending ... stayed with me (and apparently you) for a life-time!
ReplyDeletePearl, this is a masterpiece. I haven't read Ana Karenina, but the aspects of the plot you shared give me an idea of the theme. The intensity of the ending was glorious, rich, and left me gasping!
ReplyDelete"Love, that lit the universe of
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wiling captive . . ." And the eyes! O their eyes, his eyes, her eyes seeing as she approaches her death, and her realizing once again she is willing captive--I am totally moved by this snapshot of the moment. Brilliant!
I read this book when I was young, when real love resulting in tragedy seemed the height of romance. It had a huge impact on me, though I could never understand her abandoning her child. Your poem tells the story so well.
ReplyDeleteThis was such a brilliant novel...I read it years ago and now your poem makes me want to read it all over again. You've brought that scene to life.
ReplyDeletePearl,
ReplyDeleteSuch a sad scene retold with only the kind of emotional detail that the victim could share...I often think of those very emotions and the final act of falling, when there are instances at our local train station, especially those powerful moments when there are witnesses present...
You have truly captured the whole scenario...
this is great and so vivid - I especially like the line - the foretelling of engine smoke, - that really captures the feeling in this. Well done.
ReplyDeleteYou've made Anna's last moments very much alive with her impetuous passions. A character in action indeed! Wonderful, Pearl.
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