Malady (F. S. Flint)

Malady (F. S. Flint) by Frank Stuart Flint

In “Malady,” a speaker struggles through a blurred, painful awakening, uncertain of bed, room, light, movement, and even personal identity. Darkness and weariness make ordinary actions and objects difficult to recognize as the speaker reaches a landing and confronts indistinguishable stairs, banisters, and handrail. Descending into a white blur, the speaker feels expanded into the surrounding walls. Recognition returns suddenly with dazzling green movement and joy: the speaker identifies a familiar room, books, a piano, unfinished music and writing, and sunlight, before a parrot screeches.

By Frank Stuart Flint · First published 1928 · Genre: Poetry, Modernism, Literary Fiction · 251 words

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I move; / perhaps I have wakened; / this is a bed; / this is a room; / and there is light.

Darkness!

Have I performed / the dozen acts or so / that make me the man / men see?

The door opens, / and on the landing -- / quiet! / I can see nothing: the pain, the weariness!

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illness · suffering · human condition · existentialism · psychological · emotional turmoil · relationships · identity · self-discovery · nature · society · conflict

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