The Art of Theater No. 2 (Interviewer)
“In the Greek audience, fourteen thousand people sat down at the same time, to see a play … And nobody can tell me that those people were all readers of the New York Review of Books!”
“In the Greek audience, fourteen thousand people sat down at the same time, to see a play … And nobody can tell me that those people were all readers of the New York Review of Books!”
on the windowpanes
on the porcupine’s skin
on the curtains
It was no more than the description of a burst of rain
and handkerchiefs of lightning which burned the secret of trees—
then why did they resist her?
A day will come, lamenting, I hear,
When bright no longer with thrones, fires, tears,
My eyes which once incandescent ruled
In the world of friends, where travel is slower,
What do you do there, in the world of rain?
Who shares the segments of your tangerine?