“Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there.
He wasn’t there again today.
I wish, I wish he’d go away.”
Hughes Mearns, “Antigonish”
Charming, lilting nonsense, with just a enough edge to sit in your mind and create disturbing visions. Like nonsense poetry is supposed to do. I was never aware of the title until now, which clearly points to the blurred line between tragedy and farce.
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