The poem of the mind in the act of
What will suffice.
It has not always
To find: the scene was set; it repeated what Was in the script.
Then the theatre was
To something else.
Its past was a souvenir.
It has to be living, to learn the speech of the place.
It has to face the men of the time and to meet The women of the time.
It has to think about
And it has to find what will suffice.
It
To construct a new stage.
It has to be on that stage,
And, like an insatiable actor, slowly
With meditation, speak words that in the ear,
In the delicatest ear of the mind, repeat,
Exactly, that which it wants to hear, at the
Of which, an invisible audience listens,
Not to the play, but to itself,
In an emotion as of two people, as of
Emotions becoming one.
The actor isA metaphysician in the dark, twanging An instrument, twanging a wiry string that
Sounds passing through sudden rightnesses,
Containing the mind, below which it cannot descend,
Beyond which it has no will to rise.
It
Be the finding of a satisfaction, and
Be of a man skating, a woman dancing, a
Combing.
The poem of the act of the mind.
