Death and Birth: Monsieur Venus

An adorable babe

Milky ivory skin

Golden curls of hair

An empty hollow shell

Epitome of beauty

Admired by all

An apple drops down

From the Parisian sky

Cronus plummeting down from the heavens

A man and woman entwined as one

Manipulation, corruption, and dominance

Embedded deep in the twists of the heart

The babe’s soft form

Easily molded like wax

Innocence destroyed

A lover created

In a room of pale blue

The woven thick nutritious wool

Sex, birth, and death

Guarded by cupids

From the deep folds of this womb

The budding lover develops

Crushed by the weight of Gorgon

Sexual identity shattered


With the hollow shell now filled

From the torments of a odious soul

The incense of fermenting apples

Fills the world with grief

A life is destroyed

Smooth, opaque stone fills its place

Warping  from the inside out


The monster and creation are one

As Monsieur falls to death

Vénus of the sky is born

Forever unchanged

Stuck in the foam of the sea

I was really intrigued by all the connections Monsieur Venus had with Greek myths such as Cronus, Venus, and the Gorgon. In my poem I describe the death of Monsieur and the creation of Venus that took place through the novel. I really liked the connection between the apples at the beginning in connection with fertility etc. and it reminded me of when, in the Venus myth, she was awarded an apple by Paris for her beauty. I also loved the symbolism in the book of Raoule’s room as being a type of “womb” where her creation, Jaja, could be molded and born. I also included the idea of innocence, and Jacques’ malleable character as well as the last act that Raoule preforms, leaving Jacques forever unchanged. This “forever unchanged” also alludes to the connections between Monsieur Venus and the inversion of the “Pygmalion” myth; instead of creating a life out of stone, Raoule creates a “stone” out of life.  At the end of the poem, I incorporated the idea of the death of Jacques (Monsieur) and the birth of Venus as the physical epitome of beauty. As mentioned in class, Raoule is all about the physical idea of beauty, but in a twisted way. This twisted sense of love is shown at the beginning of the novel in the “cooked apple” smell, which I also included in the poem.

– A.C.T


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