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Lamond Monologue from The Little Dream: An Allegory in Six Scenes

From The Little Dream: An Allegory in Six Scenes by John Galsworthy

male · philosophical · 1:48 min

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When a feather dies, is it not loving the wind--the unknown? When the day brings not new things, we are children of sorrow. If darkness and light did not change, could we breathe? Child! To live is to love, to love is to live-seeking for wonder. (And as she draws nearer) See! To love is to peer over the edge, and, spying the little grey flower, to climb down! It has wings; it has flown--again you must climb; it shivers, 'tis but air in your hand--you must crawl, you must cling, you must leap, and still it is there and not there--for the grey flower flits like a moth, and the wind of its wings is all you shall catch. But your eyes shall be shining, your cheeks shall be burning, your breast shall be panting--Ah! little heart! (The scene falls darker) And when the night comes--there it is still, thistledown blown on the dark, and your white hands will reach for it, and your honey breath waft it, and never, never, shall you grasp that wanton thing--but life shall be lovely. (His voice dies to a whisper. He stretches out his arms) (SEELCHEN: I will come.) (Drawing her to the dark doorway) Love me!

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30s · longing · love · life · wonder · mortality

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