Keikai Suru
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The dancing of that night upon Nō stage
Left opera, its trivialities,
Behind. It lifted up Medea’s rage.
It forced us into brute realties,
Forever true, beyond all help because
The truths we try to banish from the mind
Are lurking always as awakened laws.
We think of lucky Oedipus brooch blind.
The past is present, ever, distance far
Too close. The non-existent comes too near
Because it can’t be banished. It must jar
Against our failing comforts. It will jeer.
The poets and the prophets try to tell
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