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Originally Posted by
amalia1985
I agree with you, Janine. The white roses may stand for the "whiteness" of virginity, opposed to the "darkness" of the night. For the deeply religious Miriam, her relationship with Paul may seem like a gift given from God, she stands for spirituality, and perhaps, that is why she views everything around this affair as "religious-related". I think that many of the points that have already been mentioned by all of us can be connected to that part of the novel.
The roses that "stand in opposition"-closed and opened-symbolise for me what you've already mentioned. It may be the "open'', "free" attitude of Paul towards sexuality, while the closed ones may stand for Miriam's restraint approach towards the issue. Also, I would dare to suggest that the closed roses can have a direct sexual connotation, standing as a metaphor for Miriam's virginity.
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Good posts, Everyone!
I like you comments on the flowers, amalia.
Yes, Virgil that is true about Mary Magdaline being represented by the red rose (at least I think it has to be 'red', but not sure about that fact, actually. Thanks for the rest of that research on the significance of roses.
At anyrate, I achieved my goal last night and got hold of your attention and inspired your rethinking on this aspect of the story. Seems things needed to be livenend up a bit. Sneaky way to get all of you back here - ha!;) I believe I stimulated your thinking again....Good! I thought you all ran away and left me alone:( .
I know we discussed some of the' flower' significance before, but I thought in particular, these references were of interest.
Although I was 'backing up the wagon' a bit, since I just got to these passages in my reading in the book. Therefore, I felt they could be further explored and expounded upon.
Here is the actual passage in the book when Miriam takes Paul to the woods to find her rose-bush. I will underline key word or significant statements.
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She wanted to show him a certain wild-rose bush she
had discovered. She knew it was wonderful. And yet,
till he had seen it, she felt it had not come into her soul.
Only he could make it her own, immortal. She was dissatisfied.
Dew was already on the paths. In the old oak-wood a mist
was rising, and he hesitated, wondering whether one whiteness
were a strand of fog or only campion-flowers pallid in a cloud.
By the time they came to the pine-trees Miriam was getting very
eager and very tense. Her bush might be gone. She might not be
able to find it; and she wanted it so much. Almost passionately
she wanted to be with him when be stood before the flowers.
They were going to have a communion together--something that
thrilled her, something holy. He was walking beside her in silence.
They were very near to each other. She trembled, and he listened,
vaguely anxious.
Coming to the edge of the wood, they saw the sky in front,
like mother-of-pearl, and the earth growing dark. Somewhere on the
outermost branches of the pine-wood the honeysuckle was streaming scent.
"Where?" he asked.
"Down the middle path," she murmured, quivering.
When they turned the corner of the path she stood still.
In the wide walk between the pines, gazing rather frightened,
she could distinguish nothing for some moments; the greying light
robbed things of their colour. Then she saw her bush.
"Ah!" she cried, hastening forward.
It was very still. The tree was tall and straggling.
It had thrown its briers over a hawthorn-bush, and its long
streamers trailed thick, right down to the grass, splashing the
darkness everywhere with great spilt stars, pure white.
In bosses of ivory and in large splashed stars the roses gleamed on the
darkness of foliage and stems and grass. Paul and Miriam stood
close together, silent, and watched. Point after point the steady
roses shone out to them, seeming to kindle something in their souls.
The dusk came like smoke around, and still did not put out the roses.
Paul looked into Miriam's eyes. She was pale and expectant
with wonder, her lips were parted, and her dark eyes lay open to him.
His look seemed to travel down into her. Her soul quivered.
It was the communion she wanted. He turned aside, as if pained.
He turned to the bush.
"They seem as if they walk like butterflies, and shake themselves,"
he said.
This part especially struck me with it's significance and references to the differences in the two individuals.
She looked at her roses. They were white, some incurved and holy,
others expanded in an ecstasy. The tree was dark as a shadow.
She lifted her hand impulsively to the flowers; she went forward
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That is an amazing passage to me and so brilliantly stated. The imagery is so wonderful and so meaningful. If you notice also it says 'her roses.' Does this indicate that in a way she is sharing her own purity and virginity with Paul at this moment? Not only does she worship the flowers, but Paul himself?.. or at least her image of him?
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"Let us go," he said.
There was a cool scent of ivory roses--a white, virgin scent.
Something made him feel anxious and imprisoned. The two walked
in silence.
Wow, looking a little further ahead this does seem to be what is indicated - her virgin scent, not just the flowers.
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"Till Sunday," he said quietly, and left her; and she walked
home slowly, feeling her soul satisfied with the holiness of the night.
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I think this earlier passage is very 'revealing' to us as of how Paul sees/views Miriam.
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All the life of Miriam's body was in her eyes, which were usually
dark as a dark church, but could flame with light like a conflagration.
Her face scarcely ever altered from its look of brooding.
She might have been one of the women who went with Mary when Jesus
was dead. Her body was not flexible and living. She walked
with a swing, rather heavily, her head bowed forward, pondering.
She was not clumsy, and yet none of her movements seemed quite
THE movement. Often, when wiping the dishes, she would stand
in bewilderment and chagrin because she had pulled in two halves
a cup or a tumbler. It was as if, in her fear and self-mistrust,
she put too much strength into the effort. There was no looseness
or abandon about her. Everything was gripped stiff with intensity,
and her effort, overcharged, closed in on itself.
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Some other flower/nature references with definite significance and symbolism.
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Again, going down the hedgeside with the girl, he noticed
the celandines, scalloped splashes of gold, on the side of the ditch.
"I like them," he said, "when their petals go flat back with
the sunshine. They seemed to be pressing themselves at the sun."
Sun has such significance for Lawrence throughout his novels and writings. I feel this is quite significant especially with the idea of the petals going flat back with the sunshine - open to the sun. Interesting statement and observation of L's
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Then, these two sentences sum up how they first 'began' to love each other.
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So it was in this atmosphere of subtle intimacy, this meeting
in their common feeling for something in Nature, that their love started.
I know that this idea was mentioned earlier by someone, but I brought it up again anyway.
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I found this passage extremely interesting/curious (perhaps being an artist myself). What do you think of Paul's comment when he says "the shimmeriness is the real living. The shape is dead crust. The shimmer is inside really" ?
Could this also refer back to the idea of 'death' and to his brother, who when brought home for burial, was only 'a shape' that 'is dead crust'. The 'shimmer' of the soul had gone from him, as will happen also with the dead body of Paul's beloved mother.
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"It's because--it's because there is scarcely any shadow in it;
it's more shimmery, as if I'd painted the shimmering protoplasm
in the leaves and everywhere, and not the stiffness of the shape.
That seems dead to me. Only this shimmeriness is the real living.
The shape is a dead crust. The shimmer is inside really."
Pensive, Glad you like the poems and hope all of this new post of mine helps you, too. I agree with your assessment of Michael Black's commentary, basically. Yes, the emphasis here is more on Paul and his mother so there is much more on their characters, but on second reading I am surprised at how many small references I have noticed now having to do with the father such as one I read last night when he was out cutting wood and a young girl came by selling hot-cross buns and he endearingly called her 'darling', then defended her against some boy's comments. I guess in his own way he was kind of charming and chivalous at times and could show a gentler side to his nature. I think I am mostly just looking to be fairer to his image in this second reading, knowing L said, himself he was too brutal to this character fashioned after his father. He was sorry for the offense because it did ultimately wound his father and left scares. Anyway, glad you found the commentary interesting and helpful. His insight has been a help to me and pointed things out that I might not have noticed otherwise.