The Puppet Player
Sometimes it seems as though some puppet player A clenched claw cupping a craggy chin, Sits just beyond the border of our seeing, Twitching the strings with slow sardonic grin.
Angelina Weld Grimké
Sometimes it seems as though some puppet player A clenched claw cupping a craggy chin, Sits just beyond the border of our seeing, Twitching the strings with slow sardonic grin.
In these four lines, the speaker describes a creeping sense that someone—or something—is controlling human lives from just out of sight. The image is vivid and unsettling: a puppet player with a “clenched claw” resting under a “craggy chin,” calmly twitching the strings while wearing a “slow…
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