I looked toward the movie, the common dream, <br />The he and she in close-ups, nearer than life, <br />And I accepted such things as they seem, <br /> <br />The easy poise, the absence of the knife, <br />The near summer happily ever after, <br />The understood question, the immediate strife, <br /> <br />Not dangerous, nor mortal, but the fadeout <br />Enormously kissing amid warm laughter, <br />As if such things were not always played out <br /> <br />By an ignorant arm, which crosses the dark <br />And lights up a thin sheet with a shadow's mark.<br /><br />Delmore Schwartz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/metro-goldwyn-mayer/
