Plague Cell
by grimbeau
Cracked pot next upset chair—
Out of upstairs window stare
Must have been a storm out there
A wind blew
A telling gust
And Nine Red leaves stand out
flamboyant in a cruel spring glare
The Spectacle has,
indeed,
an emotional attraction of its own,
but,
of all the parts,
it is the least artistic,
and connected least with the art of poetry.
For the power of Tragedy,
we may be sure,
is felt even apart from representation and actors.
Besides,
the production of spectacular effects
depends more on the art of the stage machinist
than on that of the poet.
Grimbeau 