I just finished reading A Tale of Two Cities...i couldnt put it down...and undoubtly i cried...this is Sydney's pov of Tale of Two cities....please tell me what you think hated it...liked it...or wouldnt remember it in five minutes...all comments are apprecated!! thanks
Sydney Carton
To care for no man and never seek another's graces
Unearth warmth enclosed in casks of wine
Do tongues sing of merit or birth in these times?
Yet both shall find me trailing, lacking, wanting
'Tis best to measure a man in uncalculated heartbeats
For mine double met with her violet eyes
Do trickles of her soul long for me?
Yet her soul seems aligned for another
In our features, equality rears her ugly smile
In our mannerisms, disproportion dances
Do I wish to tiptoe in his polished shoes?
Yet to have it out in plain words I hate the fellow!
Seeking and slaughtering my love at first glance
My lonely heart is quenched—a mere witness to her smile
Do I attempt an ascent knowing failure thrives?
Yet marriage tickles her fervent heart—a murder to mine
Feverish with unshed tears I shard the mask of a gentleman
Gorging drink—the slippery illusion of happiness
Do her words of sweet compassion unearth such sorrow?
Yet while faith dwelt, there too glared doubt
Bow out good sir—do not set aim upon her heart
See how your swaying fingers shake so
Do slurred words of a friend still possess grace?
Yet I intend to submit myself to my words
Speak not from that damned vulnerable heart
Though easily crushed 'tis feebly mended
Do you glimpse the hidden depth of me?
Yet I have nothing to prove my words as facts
Think now and then—in times of bliss and sorrow
In this world a man lives, willing to give his life—for you and yours
Do I conjure substance into these mumbles of mine?
Yet the forlorn gaze you hold haunts of nightmares never to arrive
How we watch the nightmares form into breathing souls
Dimensional beings, threatening death and lusting revenge
Do their eyes linger and giggle viciously over your beloved?
Yet he strides blindly into the cold embrace of the hungry devils
Escape, with her golden eyes, beckons not my seeming equal
Doom shrouds with every simple stitch of itching fingers
Do I dare to think of hope when none remain?
Yet see her break, shatter into darkness upon hearing his destiny?
Her child's innocence binds me to the terrestrial existence
But I cannot hear the echoes of my children
Do footsteps ring in ears aching for remembrance?
Yet I am like one who has died young
'Tis a petulant task to hold me in a memory
'Tis a futile attempt to invoke my form behind closed eyes
Do I assume a death belonging to a rival?
Yet I yield to my beloved's thriving heart
I have lived within bleak shadows
Inhaling droplets of hope to survive the cold
Do I truly control who shall submit himself to eternal sleep?
Yet no taunting doubt shall cause a hindrance
Leaning with forgotten grace enclosed prison walls
Gazing with forgotten pleasure into a tortured city
Do you see the black bedecked with pricks of starlight?
Yet my fate gleams brightly down below
Dawn stretches her murderous arms destroying existence
By my side cries a small angel—her tears shed like diamonds
Do you tremble child, with your hand resting in mine?
Yet where we ascend lives no sorrow to alight your eyes
I welcome Death as I had drank away life
Already do I sense his ghostly grip on my body
Do I shudder at the only eternal embrace of existence?
Yet I was never claimed so by death's rival
Tell me with no tears to smudge the angelic cheek
Is there a life eternal for the sleepers in ready-made graves?
Do we meet a blackness like that of our abandoned world?
Yet mine eyes dance beseechingly to a weeping Heaven
Can You whisper my life was not for naught?
Will You stretch Your loving embrace to an unworthy youth?
Do You seek out Your wandering one never clothed in love?
Yet Lord, convince your child he is truly filled with light!
The blade, she is trimmed sharp, 'twill see ends meet
Already has the angel been lifted, soon Madame claims another
Do I desperately tantalize the seconds I breathe?
Yet I hear hope through cries of blood soaked vengeance
My mind does not gaze into a tortured past
Nor do I wander through a bleak deserted present
Do I not wish to assume the cloudy future?
Yet she masters my remaining minutes
Shall she weep in rivers of sorrow for me?
Will she remain forevermore drenched in tears?
Do I hope as she embraces him believing it is I?
Yet may she see him, shall she gaze tenderly at my eyes?
See her darken recalling to life the dearly dead
He brings no comfort to a wife sunken with love
Do you see now in death love lost in life?
Yet her blue eyes yearn for years never claimed
She trembles in prayer watching the dance of a flame
How its glowing shake reminds my love of lost friend
Do you see my likeness behind weepy eyes?
Yet soon a likeness is all that shall remain of me
How will she force the world to constant tears?
She shall let my name resound from its ever corner
Do I see her now with my head bent so low?
Yet I could never doubt blue eyes such as hers
With warm arms does she embrace her beloved
Golden locks swaying in the ever-changing breeze
Do you love me with your soul sweet Lucie Manette?
Yet I hear her clear as bells answer with a dear yes
Above my weary form smirks Madame—that thirsty villain
But she shelters me in love's embrace with eyes of blue
Do not remember me as a crumpled creature left for dead
Yet forget not in your waking breath of the man you saw in me
It is a far far better thing to do than I have ever done
It is far far better rest I go to than I have ever known
