
The poem explores the theme of a theatrical performance where actors play their roles with varying degrees of sincerity and authenticity. The speaker describes the artificiality of the stage, where players pretend to be someone they are not, and the audience is deceived into believing the illusion. The poem critiques the superficiality of the theatrical world, suggesting that even the most convincing performances are ultimately fake.
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox · First published 1908 · Genre: Poetry, Philosophical, Drama · 352 words
In the rosy light of my day's fair morning, Ere ever a storm cloud darkened the west, Ere even a shadow of night gave warning When life seemed only a pleasure quest, Why then all humour and comedy scorning -- I liked high tragedy best.
I liked the challenge, the fierce fought duel, With a death or a parting in every act. I liked the villain to be more cruel Than the basest villain could be in fact: For it fed the fires of my mind with the fuel Of the things that my life lacked.
The Play is listed on Textopian as a short story by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, dated 1908 CE.
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