There was truth, and peace,
Between us, tranquility –
A bond like none other.
The tie that bound us,
Made of pure veracity,
Linked us like two brothers.
You say such truth is commonplace,
Yet claim to know anything at all?
Let me assure you, foolish child,
That such beauty is too rare to be normal.
Today’s poem is a little late, but I was out at an excellent production of Tennessee Williams’ Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. I’ve never seen it before, but was stunned by the play, both in terms of the writing and the acting (UCL Drama Society’s production). One quote in particular struck me as a quote I’d like to follow up:
No!—It was too rare to be normal, any true thing between two people is too rare to be normal.
Brick says the line when speaking of his close friendship with his friend Skipper. I won’t reveal too much of the plot, in case you want the enormous pleasure of seeing it for the first time. But do go and see it – a truly wonderful work.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic