On Beauty – For Emily

“In many mortal forms I rashly sought

The shadow of that idol of my thought.

And some were fair – but beauty dies away”

from Epipsychidion – Percy Bysshe Shelley

Mirror mirror.

Mirror mirror.

Beauty is momentary and lasts only in memory.

The perfection of form – being handsome/ pretty/ attractive – is a more common thing, lasting and yet more transitory. It is gifted by fate or genetics, sometimes with seeming randomness and abandon. Form can be grafted and crafted; pinched, plucked and tucked to create an image. Easy on the eye but appealing only to the cheaper senses.

Age can wither it, and custom will stale its infinite variety.*

Beauty is not a mundane thing of structures and symmetry. It is an energy, a crackle of lightning that can take any face, however pleasing or misshapen, and in the moment lift it to something instantaneously striking. It is the product of a rare and perfecting set of circumstances in conjunction: a febrile mood in which the mind is receptive to influence; a connection that understands: for a breath, a moment, the subject and object are in perfect harmony; a catchlight in the eye; the reflective properties of skin; the sudden breeze that plays with an errant hair.

It is the piece that for a heartbeat fits seamlessly into the puzzle. It is an ache of loss to realise what is missing.

And then it is gone, all that is left is the recollection and a sense of abiding affinity. The moment is lost but the memory remains. From then to the end of life and time the person retains in your head that stain – indelible, neither age, care or privation can change that sudden shift in perception.

It is the fertile ground in which love can grow.

END

* A deliberate misquote from Anthony and Cleopatra 2:2

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