Of Cyrano

The interpretation of Cyrano De Bergerac is yours to find. Love story, Or the story of a man manipulating others around him in the name of love?

Can you even guess?

Is it even possible for you to know?

I would know that  my request is as unreal as a dream

my wanting you to understand, my desire to become with you, more than I ever was before.

I would hope , no pray, that you would know with instinct, like a link, a path that exists between two hearts,what my craving, my longing is, but I fear it is a dream. To expect, to know, to feel that connection is only a story that is written to provide the heart with sorrow, a sorrow because the truth is never as truly real as the dream of love.To expect another to share so much, while remaining unshared and unspoken is folly and leaves me remaining thirsty still, unslaked,,but waiting and wanting for more.

Love, what is this word we use?  To display passion with words, then once uttered, once felt , once given and shared shows the remains only of the physical..

Maybe it is time itself as they say, through actions, through deeds to the beloved that is truly the mark of love and NOT this burning, this longing for touch with words that enters my head, my heart.

Why is this poet dreaming of touching, reaching into the heart of another with words.......What IS love???

Is it, can it be, that unrequited longing that keeps one heart stifled and alone with bitterness and pain, as of the past I have known,  the promise of tomorrow with the agony of defeat at the end of today? No pray that is not love, only longing.

It is more, I KNOW it is more, but eludes me, or mocks me, or shatters me leaving me empty and alone in the night..

 

What is Love?? Is it kindness of actions and sharing of time? Is it that which completes you? Or is it wisdom in knowing that time itself teaches you, it is not a dream. The poet's dream is not real.  R

Reality is more or less then the story told, and to each it's interpretation.

 

What is love?

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I really liked this having seen the play by Edmond Roetand. Of course, there was the real Cyrano which was quite different from the play but the play is hilarious, the 12 syllable stanzas are filled with great wit and hilarity. My favorite parts are where Cyrano fights the one hundred men and ends up with but a scratch and when, before that, he skewers the prince in a swordfight while reciting poetry to him. I also like where he makes fun of his own nose and the analogies he makes of it. Here, you are dealing with the love story alone, that he was so deeply enthralled with his own cousin is today somewhat perplexing but noblity of that time thought nothing of it. And the fact she told him she loved him time and time again and then asked him to protect the soldier of the guard she had a crush on did nothing to help matters.

[A. Amos]

i truly enjoyed this interesting piece will be back for more..thank you

[SR Urie]

Sublime interpretation of lonely Cryano with his huge heart, long nose, and his facade of devotion that is expressed through his fellow officer to Roxanne. The emptiness in the body becoming a vacuum in the chest when dreaming of that beloved person whom Cyrano pours out his soul only to have Roxanne accept the other guy's embrace (my dumb self, I forgot the character's name).
Thank you for sharing, Miss T. Outstanding prose. BZ