Aurora Leigh – Love and Revolution - 2cyberwhelm.org

Scene 2 Lord Howe's Party
(Auroras, Sir Blaise, Mr. Smith, Lady Waldemar)
AURORA
Aurora Leigh, be humble. See the earth.
The body of our soul.
Opens in early dawn (gradually increasing) light. The sun
coming through partially closed curtains, through the
window at a low angle, on a beam, creating a silhouette of
the study. Aurora is at her desk answering her
correspondence.
YOUNG AURORA
AURORA
The green earth, indubitably human
YOUNG AURORA
Like this flesh and these articulated veins, through which our heart drives blood.
AURORA
There's not a flower of spring that dies but vaunts itself, allied by issue and symbol, by
significance and correspondence to that spirit world outside the limits of our space and
time whereto we are bound. Let poets give it voice. Critics say that epics died out with
Agamemnon and the goat-nursed gods. I don't believe it. Homer's hair turned grey like
any plain Miss Smith's. Hector's infant cried. All actual heroes are human beings. And
everyone a possible hero. Yes, and every age appears to the souls who live in it, most
unheroic. Ours for instance: the poets abound who scorn to touch it with a fingertip. Our
age is scum. Spoon off the richer past. We are merely an age of transition.
YOUNG AURORA
That's wrong thinking to my mind.
AURORA
And wrong thoughts make poor poems.
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