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The point of view of the young lover in the movie "The reader" where Kate Winslet plays a **** guard to a prisoners camp... and her 20 years in prison. This verse is the young lover's thought, who finally let her go, when he meets her first at the court house and then again at her release day... and she committed suicide at the end of her prison term, when he comes to pick her up. ________________________ I let her go Where I could have changed Changed her destiny Can I live with it I could not And took the role Of "The reader" again To let her live And Outlive my shame Of letting her go And she did How I let her go To die alone In her pain Again She took The memory of her Out stretched hand Unheld in my hands As the kiss of death How small things Change and grow In that void of cell To burn "a desire" To learn and communicate To me, through my voice Ringing in her head How big part I was Of her life And How I cleave it out of her heart In the end How she held on to The last straw Of my reaching out Again How things change How people change And How cowards like me Let her go so quietly in pain In vain
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Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 12:00 AM UTC
The road that we take
The point of view of the young lover in the movie "The reader" where Kate Winslet plays a **** guard to a prisoners camp... and her 20 years in prison. This verse is the young lover's thought, who finally let her go, when he meets her first at the court house and then again at her release day... and she committed suicide at the end of her prison term, when he comes to pick her up. ________________________ I let her go Where I could have changed Changed her destiny Can I live with it I could not And took the role Of "The reader" again To let her live And Outlive my shame Of letting her go And she did How I let her go To die alone In her pain Again She took The memory of her Out stretched hand Unheld in my hands As the kiss of death How small things Change and grow In that void of cell To burn "a desire" To learn and communicate To me, through my voice Ringing in her head How big part I was Of her life And How I cleave it out of her heart In the end How she held on to The last straw Of my reaching out Again How things change How people change And How cowards like me Let her go so quietly in pain In vain
@Shashi 2009
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Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 12:00 AM UTC
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