‘Scarlet Terms’ by Wilbur dee Case The Society August 13, 2014 Culture, Poetry 1 Comment The allegory of The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne isn’t flawless; yet it is, in places, good. The A itself does signify adultery, able, and angel, as well as in the hornbook phrase, “in Adam’s fall, we sinnéd all.” I also think it represents America, a nation married to the old and natural, to knowledge of the dark and awful, hard to see, to healing drugs, and herbs, to the medicinal; yet is in love with meek spirituality, as well as the divine, the heavens and the sky, sadly aware of evil and mortality. Wilbur dee Case has been described as “a poet of the particular and the random. He even writes poetic literary criticism, as in the [above] poem. His topics frankly are unpredictable, an ongoing puzzle.” Featured Image: “The Scarlet Letter” by Hugues Merle NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. Trending now: One Response Reid McGrath August 13, 2014 “The Scarlet Letter” by Monsieur Merle portrays a recalcitrant and obdurate Hester Prynne. She’s homely as Batista Sforza in the rays of sun painted by Piero Francesca in Renaissance Italy; the backdrop’s near as big. In Hugues’, it’s mostly made up of sky, whereas in Piero’s, there’s more tawn desert, dotted with fig. Two passerby, down to the left, amble by her. Pearl, ironically named, tries to fondle and dig for her mom’s bosom, beneath the A, which bestirs, in later years, her temper-tantrum and dismay when Prynne sheds it. Merle’s “The Widow” I prefer. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Reid McGrath August 13, 2014 “The Scarlet Letter” by Monsieur Merle portrays a recalcitrant and obdurate Hester Prynne. She’s homely as Batista Sforza in the rays of sun painted by Piero Francesca in Renaissance Italy; the backdrop’s near as big. In Hugues’, it’s mostly made up of sky, whereas in Piero’s, there’s more tawn desert, dotted with fig. Two passerby, down to the left, amble by her. Pearl, ironically named, tries to fondle and dig for her mom’s bosom, beneath the A, which bestirs, in later years, her temper-tantrum and dismay when Prynne sheds it. Merle’s “The Widow” I prefer. Reply