Here and There

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Poem for Wednesday

The Secret Sits

We dance round in a ring and suppose,
the secret sits in the middle and knows.

Robert Frost

Middle of the night Northern Exposure viewing to thank for remembering this little poem--Chris says it on the radio after his trial to see if he has to go back to West Virginia for breaking his parole.  The judge decides that it would be a hardship to the town for him to have to leave, so gives the town 3 years to find a new disc jockey.  Then he will be summoned to West Virginia, if the state remembers to do so...which was always an unsettling ending to me.  The case was built on the idea that Chris in Cicely is not the same Chris who was in prison in West Virginia.  That he is so changed, he is a different person.



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