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Frances Mary D'Andrea's avatar

Thank you for sharing this, a poem I was not familiar with and found very beautiful. The title is also evocative . . . "on fire" literally and figuratively.

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The_Shadout_Mapes's avatar

I am in love with this poem. Thank you for introducing me to Merrill’s work! I read our host, “Long-suffering Charles” as the Elder Gay. Uncoupled, possibly a little plain, who takes the Baby Gays under his wing, creating a family of sorts. Which makes him beautiful.

Charles, having “Squared his shoulders with his own unloveliness”, is just as shocked by seeing his own inherit beauty illuminated by the fire, hence the glance in the mirror.

Unfortunately, “It couldn’t matter less”. The glow disappears and with it the proof of beauty in a society that favors physical beauty over all. Charles returns to his role as Elder Gay, hosting his friends as the memory of his true self flickers out in the night.

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