[Eileen Cleary]

I found myself inserting narrative to this piece. Realizing that there aren't enough clues to warrant it, my mind wants to believe Shakespeare is going back to rattle the Globe's doors and witness the unread papers on the floor. Of course there are more than a thousand nights he's been gone,more than a thousand pages and his plays are still on stage, but that is what the poem conjured up for me anyway.There is a lot of evidence that this is not what the poem is about. I like the mystique of the poem and it's music the moving light and shade, but something is not satisfying as a reader. I like to contemplate poems but I can't sink my teeth into this one.