Word: oneness
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...more elaborate, as the backdrop is lifted to reveal the set, stunningly designed by Beth G. Shields ’10. The trees are stylized to appear textured, ancient, and gnarled, appropriately evoking the atmosphere of a supernatural forest. Reddout, in her direction, makes excellent use of this space. One tree doubles as Rapunzel’s tower; another becomes a vehicle for a benevolent apparition who resides at the grave of Cinderella’s mother...
...Apes,” he also tries out more chiseled, succinct forms in poems such as “Vertigo” and “Rats.” Even as he displays his virtuosity as a writer, however, Williams remains humble and unassuming, calling himself at one point “a long-faced, white-haired ape with a book, still turning the page...
Williams’ politically motivated poems, which display his deep engagement and discouragement with contemporary affairs, are nevertheless not the most compelling ones in his collection. Rather, the most riveting moments in “Wait” come from Williams’ autobiographical ruminations, which give his reader glimpses of the past out of which this careful, quiet poetic personality has evolved. Though it is hard to imagine this wise voice as a wayward student, in one poem, Williams disparagingly describes the self of his school days: “I was an indifferent student; I fidgeted, / daydreamed, didn?...
...poem is the evolution of self-doubt more apparent than in “I,” in which Williams directly addresses the idea of lyric subjectivity. After referring to Goethe as “One of those ‘I’s who aren’t truly at one with themselves, / who in construing themselves betray the ‘I’ they could/should have been,” Williams implies that his own “I” is, like Goethe’s, not entirely trustworthy. However, although he casts doubt...
...forsaken treasures / of knowledge must batter the fading blackboards / and swarm the silent, sleeping halls, / like shades of lives never to be lived.” It seems here that Williams is wondering whether his own work will eventually rest unheard and unread in closed books and dark classrooms. One can only imagine, however, that a voice this full of candor and sensitivity will remain audible and appreciated for a long while...