Crynodeb
The lack of constant speech is not contempt But silence measures those compelled to speak. What does not change is will to change, they say, Though changes do outrun the will's control. Each person has a story that rolls on Beyond the boundaries of the play in which they're placed, Unless they fall in love at last with limits And try to die into an old play's shape. Not even witches know what happens after, But once I met an actor, wild and broken, Who said, ‘The play is dead: long live the play’, with laughter, Then wept at faces he saw in the bracken.
Iaith wreiddiol | Saesneg |
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Tudalennau (o-i) | 284-294 |
Nifer y tudalennau | 11 |
Cyfnodolyn | Theatre Research International |
Cyfrol | 25 |
Rhif cyhoeddi | 03 |
Dynodwyr Gwrthrych Digidol (DOIs) | |
Statws | Cyhoeddwyd - 01 Medi 2000 |