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Stanza 3
The drama is not one to be forgotten. The Phanthom the humans chase runs them in a circle that the never escape. To capture it they go mad and commit horrible sin.
That motley drama — oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased forevermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.
Paraphrase
(cont.)
Stanza 5-
The lights all go out and the curtain falls in a rushing storm upon the dead. The seraphs rise while removing their veils, for the play is a tragedy named "Man" and its hero is the Conqueror Worm
Out — out are the lights — out all!
And, over each dying form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
And the seraphs, all haggard and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy “Man,”
Its hero the Conqueror Worm.
Stanza 2-
Silent men who play god mutter and fly here and there, but they are mere puppets who do not last and are at the bidding of ephemeral things that control the play.
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly —
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast shadowy things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Wo!
But see, amid the mimic rout,
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes! — it writhes! — with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And the angels sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued!
Stanza 4-
See, the crawling thing that intrudes, that twists and turns itself out of the ground, with cries of hunger that make the angels cry for it feasts on human flesh
Symbolism-
The poem is a clear symbol for the depressing and inevitable end of humanity
Stanza 1
-This is a night of dancing, with an audience of weeping angels who sit in a theatre to see a play of hopes and dreams
LO! ’t is a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years —
A mystic throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
Cacaphony-
The exclamations of "It writhes! it Writhes!" conjure negative images in the mind of the reader
The title suggests that there is no human thing that escapes death and decay
Alliteration-
All through the poem the alliteration helps to create a glum and dark mood
A TPDASTT Analysis
Death conquers all
Death, the curtain that falls upon the play, is something that not even the angels have power over, and it is something that will consume everything, as evidenced by its arrival at the
end of the play