Faust
from The Tennis Court Oath (1962)
If only the phantom would stop reappearing! Business, if you wanted to know, was punk at the opera. The heroine no longer appeared in Faust. The crowds strolled sadly away. The phantom Watched them from the roof, not guessing the hungers That must be stirred before disappointment can begin. One day as morning was about to begin A man in brown with a white shirt reappearing At the bottom of his yellow vest, was talking hungers With the silver-haired director of the opera. On the green-carpeted floor no phantom Appeared, except yellow squares of sunlight, like those in Faust. That night as the musicians for Faust Were about to go on strike, lest darkness begin In the corridors, and through them the phantom Glide unobstructed, the vision reappearing Of blond Marguerite practicing a new opera At her window awoke terrible new hungers In the already starving tenor. But hungers Are just another topic, like the new Faust Drifting through the tunnels of the opera (In search of lost old age? For they begin To notice a twinkle in his eye. It is cold daylight reappearing At the window behind him, itself a phantom Window, painted by the phantom Scene painters, sick of not getting paid, of hungers For a scene below of tiny, reappearing Dancers, with a sandbag falling like a note in Faust Through purple air. And the spectators begin To understand the bleeding tenor star of the opera.) That night the opera Was crowded to the rafters. The phantom Took twenty-nine curtain calls. “Begin! Begin!” In the wings the tenor hungers For the heroine’s convulsive kiss, and Faust Moves forward, no longer young, reappearing And reappearing for the last time. The opera Faust would no longer need its phantom. On the bare, sunlit stage the hungers could begin.