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Symbolism of Red and White in The Bloody
Chamber
- The Bloody Chamber
- 'Bright as aetoral blood'
- Bloody bandage of rubies
- Crimson water swirled down the basin
but, as if the key itself were hurt, the
bloody token stuck
- I scrubbed my forehead with the nail brush as I had
scrubbed the key but this red mark would not go
away
- No paint nor powder, no matter how thick or white,
can mask that red mark on my forehead
- cobra-headed, funereal lilies whose white sheaths are
curled out of a flesh
- the white dress; the frail child within it
- more white lilies than I'd ever seen in my life before
- crowned with a wreath of white roses, and a veil
of lace, the final image of his bride.
- The Snow Child
- 'I wish I had a girl as red as blood
- So the girl picks a rose; pricks her finger on the
thorn; bleeds; screams; falls
- a bloodstain, like the trace of a fox's kill on the snow
- . The Count picked up the rose, bowed and handed it to his wife;
- 'I wish I had a girl as white as snow
- The Company of Wolves
- the red shawl that, today, has the
ominous if brilliant look of blood on
snow
- There is a faint trace of blood on his chin; he
has been snacking on his catch.
- the scarlet shawl she pulled more closely round
herself as if it could protect her although it was as
red as the blood she must spill
- her cheeks are an emblematic scarlet and white and
she has just started her woman's bleeding
- It was a white night of moon and snow
- her hair looked white as the snow outside
- The Werewolf
- A bloody stump
where her hand had
been
- red eyes and running, grizzled chops
- Wolf Alice
- Her first blood bewildered her
- this white dress made her shine
- hey saw the white bride leap out of the tombstone
- The Tiger's Bride
- My tear-beslobbered father wants a rose to show that I
forgive him. When I break off a stem, I prick my finger and
so he gets his rose all smeared with blood.
- This white rose, unnatural, out of season, that
now my nervous fingers ripped, petal by petal
- Where my father had been red as fire, now he was
white as the snow that caked the window-pane
- watching me peel down to the cold, white meat of
contract
- The Lady of the House of Love
- négligé of blood-stained lace
- The blood on the Countess's
cheeks will be mixed with tears
- When she kneels to try to gather the fragments of glass together, a
sharp sliver pierces deeply into the pad of her thumb; she cries out,
sharp, real. She kneels among the broken glass and watches the
bright bead of blood form a drop. She has never seen her own blood
before, not her own blood
- a lace négligé lightly soiled with blood, as
it might be from a woman's menses, and a
rose that must have come from the fierce
bushes nodding through the window
- intoxicated surge of the heavy scent of red roses
- Her voice, issuing from those red lips like the obese roses in her garden
- And I leave you as a souvenir the dark, fanged rose I plucked from between my thighs
- 'the bridegroom bleeds on this inverted marriage bed
- The Courtship of Mr Lyon
- the road is white and unmarked as a
spilled bolt of bridal satin
- his Beauty, his girl-child, his pet, the one
white rose she said she wanted
- one last, single, perfect rose that might have been the last
rose left living in all the white winter