The Prison Door and the Rose — The Scarlet Letter

Hawthorne opens the novel proper with a crowd of Puritan men and women in sad-coloured garments gathered before Boston's wooden jail, its oak door studded with iron spikes. The narrator observes that every new colony, however utopian its founding dreams, quickly allocates land for a cemetery and a prison. Boston is no exception: within fifteen or twenty years its jail already looks weather-stained and ancient, as if crime and punishment had never known youth.

Weeds choke the grass plot before the building, growing in soil that early bore what Hawthorne calls the black flower of civilized society. Yet beside the portal roots a wild rose-bush in June bloom, offering fragrance to prisoners entering and to condemned souls walking out, proof that nature can pity where institutions cannot. The waiting crowd signals that what follows will be witnessed rather than private.

Hawthorne lingers on the rose's legend, perhaps sprung under Ann Hutchinson's footsteps as she entered that same door to face religious authorities who feared her dissent. He plucks a flower for the reader, hoping it may symbolize some sweet moral blossom along a tale otherwise devoted to frailty and sorrow. He plucks one blossom and offers it to the reader, hoping it may be a sweet moral flower along a tale he has already given over to human frailty and sorrow.