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Two plays for dancers
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Excerpt
Why does my heart beat so?Did not a shadow pass?
It passed but a moment ago.
Who can have trod in the grass?
What rogue is night-wandering?
Have not old writers said
That dizzy dreams can spring
From the dry bones of the dead?
And many a night it seems
That all the valley fills
With those fantastic dreams.
They overflow the hills,
So passionate is a shade,
Like wine that fills to the top
A grey-green cup of jade,
Or maybe an agate cup.
(speaking) The hour before dawn and the moon covered up.
The little village of Abbey is covered up;
The little narrow trodden way that runs
From the white road to the Abbey of Corcomroe
Is covered up; and all about the hills
Are like a circle of Agate or of Jade.
Somewhere among great rocks on the scarce grass
Birds cry, they cry their loneliness.
Even the sunlight can be lonely here,
Even hot noon is lonely. I hear a footfall—
A young man with a lantern comes this way.
He seems an Aran fisher, for he wears
The flannel bawneen and the cow-hide shoe.
He stumbles wearily, and stumbling prays.
(A young man enters, praying in Irish)
Once more the birds cry in their loneliness,But now they wheel about our heads; and now
They have dropped on the grey stone to the north-east.
(A man and a girl both in the costume of a past time, come in. They wear heroic masks)
YOUNG MAN
(raising his lantern)Who is there? I cannot see what you are like,
Come to the light.
STRANGER
But what have you to fear?YOUNG MAN
And why have you come creeping through the dark.(The Girl blows out lantern)
The wind has blown my lantern out. Where are you?I saw a pair of heads against the sky
And lost them after, but you are in the right
I should not be afraid in County Clare;
And should be or should not be have no choice,
I have to put myself into your hands,
Now that my candle's out.
STRANGER
You have fought in Dublin?YOUNG MAN
I was in the Post Office, and if takenI shall be put against a wall and shot.
STRANGER
You know some place of refuge, have some planOr friend who will come to meet you?
YOUNG MAN
I am to lieAt daybreak on the mountain and keep watch
Until an Aran coracle puts in
At Muckanish or at the rocky shore
Under Finvarra, but would break my neck
If I went stumbling there alone in the dark.
STRANGER
We know the pathways that the sheep tread out,And all the hiding-places of the hills,
And that they had better hiding-places once.
YOUNG MAN
You'd say they had better before English robbersCut down the trees or set them upon fire
For fear their owners might find shelter there.
What is that sound?
STRANGER
An old horse gone astrayHe has been wandering on the road all night.
YOUNG MAN
I took him for a man and horse. PoliceAre out upon the roads. In the late Rising
I think there was no man of us but hated
To fire at soldiers who but did their duty
And were not of our race, but when a man
Is born in Ireland and of Irish stock
When he takes part against us—
STRANGER
I will put you safe,No living man shall set his eyes upon you....