Ok, sory, forgot to put the disclaimer in: I do not own The Scarlet Letter, and I don't really know who does, but Nathaniel Hawethorne did, so that's good enough.
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Artist
I prison walls, I now sit,
and there my Lovely Pearl sleeps.
How beautiful she is, without fit.
She makes this stony rooms seem bright.
Is this child really mine?
Hanve I brought such beauty?
They will know, through passing time,
this sign will not be my life.
I will keep on bringing
beauty in this world.
By my sin a child is singing;
So by my sin be beauty brought.
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This is the first of four poems I wrote for a Literature class. We had discussed the meanings of the 'A' and each of these poems is entitled with one of those meanings, and written from a point of view from the person I believe would look upon Hester in that way.