I was really young when I first saw Splendor in the Grass with my parents. I remember crying so much in the end. I didn't fully grasp what was going on, but I felt the pain of wanting a fairy tale ending that never came. I watched it again in my 20's and I felt the pain of two people in love who could never be. The poem Nathalie Wood recited in the end got me every time.
Now, I watch it and the pain isn't as severe. The poem puts everything in perspective and is so relative to the phase of life you are in. It's completely morbid but so true about how painful growing up really is. Your experiences can never be taken from you, but what was once had...will never be.
I wish for my children a magical childhood. With all it's glories. Although I wish to protect them...always, I know that will be impossible. So, whatever pain they may come across, I hope will quickly be forgotten. I wish for them to have the strength to take on all the good and the ugly and by these experiences, be shaped into amazing people.
What though the radiance
Which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass,
of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
<Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood>
--William Wordsworth
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