A tempest cracked on the theatre. Quickly, The wind beat in the roof and half the walls. The ruin stood still in an external world. It had been real. It was something overseas That I remembered, something that I remembered Overseas, that stood in an external world. It had been real. It was not now. The rip Of the wind and the glittering were real now, In the spectacle of a new reality. II The people sat in the theatre, in the ruin, As if nothing had happened. The dim actor spoke. His hands became his feelings. His thick shape Issued thin seconds glibly gapering. Then faintly encrusted, a tissue of the moon Walked toward him on the stage and they embraced. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOTES FOR THE FIRST LINE OF A SPANISH POEM by JAMES GALVIN SEPARATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DIRGE IN WOODS by GEORGE MEREDITH A CHRISTMAS CAROL (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 74 by PHILIP SIDNEY COLUMBUS AT THE CONVENT [JULY, 1491] by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE |