MARIONETTES
WE met
After a year. I shall never forget
How odd it was for our eyes to meet,
For we had to repeat
In our glances the words that we had said
In days when, as our lashes lifted
Or drooped, the universe was shifted.
We had not closed with the past, then why
Did the sense come over us as a fetter
That all we did speaking eye to eye
Had been done before and so much better ?
I think — but there's no saying —
What made us so hateful was the rage
Of our souls at finding ourselves a stage
Where marionettes were playing :
For a great actor once had trod
Those boards and played the god.
