What did the tom-tom whisper,
Or the Christmas candy dance?
The falling rain became the brain
And the fish’s eye a glance.
Does the tumbler on the left contain
The mud of seven seas?
And on the right, are those the ruins
Of the Antipodes?
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The Theatre and Its Instrument
By Jean-Louis Barrault, translated by Eric Bentley
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