Improbable

         In reflecting on chapters 18-20, I decided to write a found  poem on the last few pages of chapter 18. Why? Because during this chapter I felt like I wasn’t reading the same book anymore. The happiness of the Hester and Dimmesdale was completely uncharacteristic, and it seemed as if I was reading a fairytale. This made their happy moment seem surreal and overly dramatic. In fact, this chapter was so much like a fairytale that animals were interacting with Pearl while she had flowers in her hair. “A partridge, indeed, with a brood of ten behind her, ran forward threateningly, but soon repented of her fierceness, and clucked to her young ones not to be afraid” (184). When reading these descriptions of nature and of Pearl, this was the image that immediately appeared in my mind:

Now we are left to ask just how realistic this scene was. Will Hester and Dimmesdale really get their happy ending?

I will leave us with a found poem that I created from the end of chapter 18.

Improbable 

Love must always create sunshine.

She will love thee dearly,

Pearl! Pearl!

Yonder she is,

A streak of sunshine,

A bright-apparelled vision,

Splendor.

Adorn thyself, beautiful child.

Flowers decorated her hair.

A pigeon uttered a sound.

A fox looked inquisitively.

A wolf offered his savage head.

But here the tale has surely lapsed

Into the improbable.