On Seeing "the Painted Veil" Three Times
"Lift not the painted veil which those who live/
Call Life" --Shelley
"Sometimes the greatest journey is the distance
between two people" --Movie trailer
W. Somerset
set the bar for lasting love,
and then-some:
giving us a heroine,
winsome, but dumb-some,
who couldn't decide if lover or
husband was the true-one
until the day of compromise
when death arrived with final say
on which was the who-one.
Our misled mistress
could have lied,
not told the truth who sired
her un-born, sent her husband
less torn to die upon the path
to "ghostly" but that would
have been so mostly
un-Maugham-like. Yet, why
does Monet's stormy beach at
Etretat, Michelangelo's sensual
David, or this particular piece
of celluloid stir the heart?
You see yourself, your life
as Reality, copying Art.
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