Through smoke and steam their eyes connect
and their souls, the same.
She, true beauty
he is smitten, amazed.
They next meet and dance the Mazurka
his romantic assault on her senses, relentless.
She, a trophy wife
married for too long in only name
is easy prey to this dashing cavalryman
whose declarations of undying love
both stir and excite the neglected wife.
They danced up close
come together again and, he’d amuse her
with his words of sweet seduction.
In love there is no sense
once passion’s flame ignites the
sanity swiftly becomes, insane.
Their affair was the talk of the town
refused a divorce and access to her
beloved son she soon became an
outcast in Russian high society
and, ‘though his love had been sincere
he became restless, missed his
his freedom and cavalier life.
She grew increasingly insecure
jealous and possessive
until he felt stifled and escaped
her somewhat oppressive yolk
to join a war which inflamed his
desire and flirt with another
more suited for wife his mother
watched him holding hands with the
new love of his life
and with nothing left to live for
saw the train on the track
heard the knock, knock knocking
of steel on the wheels
remembering the fate of another
and all too soon
leaped to meet her own.
This is my short version of the novel Anna Karenina by Russian author Leo Tolstoy
It is much more detailed than I could write into this poem and would take a few postings to cover it all but, the gist of it is, hypocrisy, jealousy, faith, fidelity, family, marriage, society, love and passion.
Sad because she is married but, her husband is a snob, married to his work and keeping his good name in society. He treats her as a possession. She is happy but not content. Count Vronsky (I feel) is selfish in his relentless pursuit of her, even though he knows she is married.
The opening scene really sets the story up as a rail worker knocking ice off the train wheels is crushed when the train begins to move. Anna sees his death as an ‘evil omen’ little knowing then that this would be her fate too.
I love old movies and although this has been filmed several times I watched the Greta Garbo 1935 version of it on Sunday, and loved Garbo’s beauty and, undeniable acting talent. Her facial expressions alone tell a story without any words needed.
The video clip is about 3 mins but, you can see an outline of the story from start to end.
So my genre is a famous book and movie.
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Three Word Wednesday CCLXXXV1 Amuse, Excite, Sincere