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Poem by Arthur William Symons


In the Stalls


My life is like a music-hall,
Where, in the impotence of rage,
Chained by enchantment to my stall,
I see myself upon the stage
Dance to amuse a music-hall.

'Tis I that smoke this cigarette,
Lounge here, and laugh for vacancy,
And watch the dancers turn; and yet
It is my very self I see
Across the cloudy cigarette.

My very self that turns and trips,
Painted, pathetically gay,
An empty song upon the lips
In make-believe of holiday:
I, I, this thing that turns and trips!

The light flares in the music-hall,
The light, the sound, that weary us;
Hour follows hour, I count them all,
Lagging, and loud, and riotous:
My life is like a music-hall. 



Arthur William Symons


Arthur William Symons's other poems:
  1. Body’s Blood
  2. The Beggars
  3. The Pale Woman
  4. Time and Beauty
  5. To Our Lady of the Seven Sorrows


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