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preserved_ginger) wrote2008-09-28 12:34 pm
More verse I’ve found that reminds me of Doctor/Rose.
Interesting how we fall in love:
In my case, absolutely. Absolutely, and, alas, often–
so it was in my youth.
And always with rather boyish men–
unformed, sullen, or shyly kicking the dead leaves:
in the manner of Balanchine.
Nor did I see them as versions of the same thing.
I, with my inflexible Platonism,
my fierce seeing of only one thing at a time:
I ruled against the indefinite article.
And yet, the mistakes of my youth
made me hopeless, because they repeated themselves,
as is commonly true.
But in you I felt something beyond the archetype–
a true expansiveness, a buoyance and love of the earth
utterly alien to my nature. To my credit,
I blessed my good fortune in you.
Blessed it absolutely, in the manner of those years.
And you in your wisdom and cruelty
gradually taught me the meaninglessness of that term.
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Boyish men - Mickey.
Don’t forget Adam!
"Utterly alien to my nature."
The Doctor, particularly Nine. *pets him*
And the end, which seems very post-JE, at least for a while.
The last two lines particularly speak of Rose to me and yes, you could say that it’s because of Journey’s End. But he was teaching her that right from the beginning (especially Ten, with the likes of Mme. de Pompadour), wasn’t he?
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Oh I can hear Rose in those lines [...] but I truly don't believe that she would hold fast with the last two lines.
Not in the long term, no, but I could easily see her at least thinking that for a long time after being essentially abandoned on that beach.
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Ooh, harsh. I can see her in that, too.
It’s remarkably clear, isn’t it?
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