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Portrait of W. B. Yeats W. B. Yeats Certain Noble Plays of Japan: From the manuscripts of Ernest Fenollosa

A mask will enable me to substitute for the face of some common-place player, or for that face repainted to suit his own vulgar fancy, the fine invention of a sculptor, and to bring the audience close enough to the play to hear every inflection of the voice. A mask never seems but a dirty face, and no matter how close you go is still a work of art; nor shall we lose by staying the movement of the features, for deep feeling is expressed by a movement of the whole body.
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Portrait of W. B. Yeats W. B. Yeats Certain Noble Plays of Japan: From the manuscripts of Ernest Fenollosa

TENNIN
That is a feather-mantle not fit for a mortal to bear, Not easily wrested from the sky-traversing spirit, Not easily taken or given. I ask you to leave it where you found it.
PRIEST How, is the owner of this cloak a Tennin? so be it. In this downcast age I should keep it, a rare thing, and make it a treasure in the country, a thing respected. Then I should not return it.
TENNIN Pitiful, there is no flying without the cloak of feathers, no return through the ether. I pray you return me the mantle.
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Portrait of W. B. Yeats W. B. Yeats Certain Noble Plays of Japan: From the manuscripts of Ernest Fenollosa

There he is carrying wands, And she has no need to be asked. See her within the cave, With a cricket-like noise of weaving. The grass-gates and the hedge are between them; That is a symbol. Night has already come on. (now explaining the thoughts of the man's spirit) Love's thoughts are heaped high within him, As high as the charm-sticks, As high as the charm-sticks, once coloured, Now fading, lie heaped in this cave. And he knows of their fading. He says: I lie a body, unknown to any other man, Like old wood buried in moss.
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