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Two Summers and Two Souls
By Kate Chopin
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He did not once look back after leaving her, but walked straight on with
a step that was quick and firm from habit. But he was almost blind and
senseless from pain.
She stayed watching him cross the lawn and the long stretch
of meadow beyond. She watched him till the deepening shadows of
the coming night crept between them. She stayed troubled,
uncertain; tearful because she did not know!
Well, what do we make of these two at the moment they are bidding
goodbye? I wonder about these five weeks they have known one
another, what do you think their relationship was like during that time?
How have they ended up here in this moment of differing amounts of
affection? I'm not sure about you, but I was quite taken with the man's
attempt to tell her of his strong feeling: 'a re-creation of light and life,
and soul and senses' and especially that next line 'He tried to tell
her something of this. . .But he could only say that he loved her;
nothing else that he wanted to say seemed to mean so much as
this.' I think it was in those words 'something' and 'seemed' that I
really felt the young man's struggle and attempt to express his
feelings. What are your first impressions of him in this moment? I
wonder if this attempt to express strong feelings is something we can
resonate with in any way?
And what about other half of this relationship, what are our first
thoughts about what the woman is feeling and the uncertainty she is
experiencing here? I wonder if we can resonate with feeling 'glad,
and doubtful, and afraid' all mixed together? I feel for her in the way
uncertainty is troubling her mind and decision, but I also admire that
she stands firm in her uncertainty. It can sometimes be hard to stand
up for your own need for space and time. I wonder if this has
anything to do with her time in the country 'where her soul and
senses were slowly unfolding' what has she been learning about
herself over this time living in the country? Is this maybe a moment
of standing up for herself in a new way?
Let's read part two to see what happens next for this maybe romance .
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“I remember quite well the words I told you a year ago when we parted,”
she wrote to him. “I told you I did not know, I wanted to think, I even
wanted to pray, but I believe I did not tell you that. And now, will you
believe me when I say that I have not been able to think—hardly to pray. I
have only been able to feel. When you went away that day you seemed to
leave me in an empty world. I kept saying to myself, ‘to-morrow or next
day it will be different; it will be with me as it was before he came.’ Then
your letters coming—three of them, one upon the other—gave voice to the
empty places. You were everywhere after that. And still I doubted, and I
was cautious; for it has seemed to me that the love which is to hold two
beings together through life must be love indeed.
“but what is the use of saying more than that I love you. I would not
care to live without you; I think I could not. Come back to me.”
Well this is quite the change of heart! I wonder what we make of writing
to him now after a year of being apart. What was that year like for him
waiting to hear from her? And how about for her, I wonder what we make
of this distinction: 'I have not been able to think—hardly to pray. I
have only been able to feel' --is that space of only being able to feel
something that is familiar? I wonder what does it feel like to have such a
strong feeling take over other abilities, to continually say to yourself 'to-
morrow or the next day it will be different'? I imagine it feels a bit like
being caught in a maze of your own mind. Has she found her way out of
that maze by admitting her love? And what do we think—will the man
come back to her after a year of waiting?
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When this letter reached him he was in preparation for a journey with
a party of friends. It came with a batch of business letters, and in
the midst of the city’s rush and din which he had meant in another day
to leave behind him.
He was all unprepared for its coming and unable at once to master
the shock of it, that bewildered and unnerved him.
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Then came back to him the recollection of pain—
a remembrance always faint and unreal; but there was complete
inability to revive the conditions that had engendered it.
How he had loved her and how he had suffered! Especially
during those first few days, and even months, when he slept and
waked dreaming of her; when his letters remained unanswered, and
when existence was but a name for bitter endurance.
How long had it lasted? Could he tell? The end began when he
could wake in the morning without the oppression, and free from the
haunting pain. The end was that day, the hour or second, when he
thought of her without emotion and without regret; as he thought of her
now, with unstirred pulses. There was even with him now the touch of
something keener than indifference—something engendered by
revolt.
It was as if one loved, and dead and forgotten had returned to
life; with the strange illusion that the rush of existence had halted while
she lay in her grave; and with the still more singular delusion that love
is eternal.
He did not hesitate as though confronted by a problem. He did
not think of leaving the letter unnoticed. He did not think of telling her
the truth. If he thought of these expedients, it was only to dismiss
them.
He simply went to her. As he would have gone unflinchingly to
meet the business obligation that he knew would leave him bankrupt.
This story ends here, but I can't help but wonder, what will their 6
relationship look like in another year from now?
Time for a poem ….
We’ll pick up with anotther story again in our next issue, but now a
pause for some poetry. Poetry isn’t always easy for everyone to get
going with. In our Shared Reading groups we read a poem out loud
a few times, to give ourselves a bit of time to hear it aloud. Give this
a go yourself and see if it helps you to feel comfortable with the
words, even if you’re still not sure what it’s all about!
One of the keys is to enjoy yourself: take your time, read it out loud,
have a think about any bits you like, or that puzzle you, then… have
another read!
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Early Affection
By George Moses Horton
I wonder what stood out as you read through the poem? What do we make
of this repetition of love expressed throughout a lifetime? Does that feel
true in our own experiences? I'm remembering back to the man and woman
from the story and I wonder where their own journey with love sits in this
poem— are they in love's 'Beauty's blossom', or maybe the moment when
'wheedling gallantry is o'er'?