Je ne suis pas cela.

 

Je suis — jusqu'ici,

 tout va bien — mais 

avec cela commence 

l'histoire du corps 

et de l'esprit ; 

cette fiction est

 la source de toutes 

nos misères.

I Am Not This

Till I am it is okay

But with that the

Story of the body and

The mind begins

This fiction is the source 

Of all our miseries.

The Banished

 

Voices crowd into my head.
The weather is overcast and grim;
grey clouds obscure the sun.
Characters, structures of every kind,
swirl through my restless mind.

I'm torn between here and there,
belonging nowhere,
except among the corners
of the Globe Theatre.