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by Sallie Bingham


  EZRA

  (Taking letter out of his pocket)

  “One day you and I met—met in a blue, open place—we saw each other’s hair and knew that we both loved the Sun. Later we loved each other as well.”

  DOROTHY

  Yes!

  EZRA

  (Continuing to read)

  “And you have forgotten me, left me behind.”

  (DOROTHY buries her face in his shoulder.)

  “But because we are not real, it does not matter. We think we are in love—but that does not matter either. We have touched, and twisted ourselves together, floating …”

  DOROTHY

  Oh Mao—bright-haired one …

  EZRA

  (As he strokes her)

  Dearest, whatever happens, we have touched, come together and slipped one round the other.

  (As she lifts her head)

  Come to Sirmione—where it all began.

  DOROTHY

  Where I first saw color …

  EZRA

  And let there be peace between us.

  DOROTHY

  The Gods be praised I’ve inspired you to write poems.

  EZRA

  Avanti, Madame Pound. Get your sketchbook. We return to Sirmione!

  (DOROTHY exits quickly. EZRA waits to be sure that she is gone, then calls.)

  Marcella!

  (After a moment, MARCELLA enters.)

  MARCELLA

  Where’s Dorothy?

  EZRA

  Get your things. We’re going to Sirmione!

  MARCELLA

  With Dorothy?

  EZRA

  Of course! You and I will take the first walk around the lake together—to the little temple of Catullus that I told you about. We’ll sit inside on the stone bench, look out over the water.

  MARCELLA

  But what will Dorothy think?

  EZRA

  (He begins to get to his knees.)

  Give me your hand, Marcella.

  (Uneasily, she gives him her hand, He kisses it.)

  “‘How many wonders are less sweet

  Than love I bear to thee

  When I am old.’”

  MARCELLA

  Ezra!

  EZRA

  Marry me, Marcella. Give an old man his last chance.

  MARCELLA

  I …

  EZRA

  I’ll arrange everything—

  MARCELLA

  You can’t do this!

  EZRA

  Dorothy’s reasonable, she understands the Objective—always has—she’ll go back to London, live with Omar …

  (DOROTHY enters during this speech, carrying her sketchbook, overhears.)

  MARCELLA

  But surely, after all these years—

  EZRA

  Years piled up, crushing me!

  (He reaches for her hand, kisses it again; he is still on his knees.)

  There’s some good in me yet, Marcella—take the good—

  DOROTHY

  (Rushing forward)

  Ezra, how could you … !

  MARCELLA

  Mrs. Pound, I want you to know—

  DOROTHY (Furious)

  Please!

  MARCELLA

  I never intended—

  DOROTHY

  Marcella, please leave us now.

  (MARCELLA exits.)

  EZRA

  I want to remember Sirmione as it was, before we were married—before the war, before everything started to fall to pieces.

  DOROTHY

  Stop that!

  EZRA

  I gave you my name, I gave you an occupation. I gave you a son. That was all you really wanted.

  DOROTHY

  Lies!

  EZRA

  Well, what else do you want, now?

  DOROTHY

  A little time alone with you!

  EZRA

  But you don’t love me.

  DOROTHY

  Stop!

  EZRA

  Marcella might.

  (MARY enters.)

  MARY

  Babbo, I …

  (Looks from EZRA to DOROTHY, sensing something wrong)

  Dorothy, has something happened?

  DOROTHY

  He asked her to marry him!

  MARY

  Marcella?

  DOROTHY

  Who else?

  MARY

  Oh, Babbo.

  EZRA

  I thought she might love me.

  DOROTHY

  I won’t stand for this. After all these years. No divorce. No!

  MARY

  (To EZRA)

  What did Marcella say?

  EZRA

  She sees … the difficulties.

  DOROTHY

  Difficulties!

  MARY

  Babbo. You can’t do this.

  EZRA

  (To DOROTHY)

  You wanted peace—no sorrow, no anguish, no horror—nothing but gentleness—floating above the world.

  DOROTHY

  I was young, I knew nothing.

  EZRA

  Oh, please … Dorothy.

  DOROTHY

  She must go.

  EZRA

  She have mercy on him now.

  DOROTHY

  When did you ever show me mercy? From the beginning, you trained me to accept your work, your genius as an excuse for everything—an excuse for every cruel and unfeeling act!

  (EZRA begins to sob.)

  Oh yes, now the tears! When it’s too late, when nothing can wash away the dryness of my heart—all these years loving in the desert.

  EZRA

  Why don’t you discard me here? Then I won’t be any trouble to anyone.

  MARY

  Oh Babbo …

  (She takes out a handkerchief, wipes his face.)

  DOROTHY

  (To MARY)

  I put up with the others—all of them—I knew he had to have them, for his poetry. Even Sheri. I understood, I built my life on understanding! But at least I was always his wife, I presided. Perhaps you mock that—

  MARY

  No.

  DOROTHY

  But it mattered to me, greatly! On the lawn at St. Elizabeths—I poured the tea, I passed the little sandwiches. I will never surrender my place.

  EZRA

  “How have I laboured to bring her soul into separation;

  To give her a name and her being!”

  DOROTHY

  I remember that poem, Ezra—I remember it very well! Surely you have not forgotten the way you ended it …

  “I beseech you enter your life.

  I beseech you to learn to say ‘I,’

  When I question you;

  For you are no part but a whole,

  No portion, but a being.”

  It has taken me almost a lifetime—but finally I have learned to say “I.” “I” will call Marcella.

  EZRA

  No!

  DOROTHY

  (She goes to the exit, calls.)

  Marcella!

  EZRA

  No, no, please—

  MARY

  Babbo, it won’t work.

  DOROTHY

  Marcella! May I see you for a moment, please!

  (MARCELLA enters with her suitcase.)

  MARCELLA

  Please believe me, Mrs. Pound, I …

  DOROTHY (Briskly)

  I believe you’ve seen enough of Italy.

  MARCELLA

  (Notices EZRA is crying, goes to him.)

  Ezra?

  DOROTHY

  He has something to tell you.

  EZRA (Sobbing)

  I can’t … can’t …

  MARCELLA

  (Standing up)

  This was never what I wanted.

  DOROTHY

  You encouraged him!

  MARCELLA

  I only tried to comfort him.

  DOROTHY

  You should have
realized the consequences of allowing him to hope.

  MARY

  I’m so sorry, Marcella—

  MARCELLA

  (To MARY)

  You want me to leave, as well.

  MARY

  I can’t see any other solution.

  EZRA (To MARY)

  Just a few days longer—

  DOROTHY

  Like a little boy cheated out of a sweet.

  (She has won; she pulls herself together.)

  MARCELLA

  (To MARY)

  How soon—?

  DOROTHY

  At once.

  MARY

  I’ll drive you down to the station—the fast train to Rome comes through at seven. Can you be ready?

  MARCELLA

  Yes.

  DOROTHY

  (In control now)

  I’ll make you a sandwich for the train. Would you like that?

  MARCELLA

  I would “like” five minutes alone with Ezra.

  DOROTHY

  No.

  (Consternation. Finally, MARY takes control.)

  MARY

  Dorothy—it’s only right. They’ll never see each other again.

  DOROTHY

  Very well. Five minutes.

  (MARY and DOROTHY exit. MARCELLA kneels by his chair.

  A long silence.)

  EZRA

  (Taking her hands)

  Stay with me. You’re all I have—out of the wreckage.

  MARCELLA

  I won’t do that to Dorothy. No.

  EZRA

  Dorothy will come to understand, in time.

  MARCELLA

  She’ll come to understand—like she did with all the others.

  EZRA

  Yes!

  MARCELLA

  But I’m not like “all the others.” You’ve never understood that.

  EZRA

  I understood you might love me …

  MARCELLA

  Yes, and for that I want to thank you.

  EZRA

  Thank—!

  MARCELLA

  I came to Washington a year ago looking for what I’d never found—in my family, in my teaching, in my wanderings—

  EZRA

  My errors and wrecks lie all about me.

  (Faintly)

  The Wasteland.

  MARCELLA

  You were my teacher—but more than that: a man I could admire, a man I could, without compromising, love. In the end that’s what matters: that you exist—and you do exist—without me.

  EZRA

  Not without you.

  MARCELLA (Rising)

  You’ve given me what I came to find: the measure of a man.

  EZRA

  There’s so much more to do—the anthology to finish—

  MARCELLA

  It’s finished, Ezra, all but your introduction.

  EZRA

  And there’s so much more of Italy to show you …

  MARCELLA

  Actually, I didn’t come here to see Italy. That was Dorothy’s idea.

  EZRA

  (With difficulty)

  I have so much more … to give …

  MARCELLA

  You have given me … everything. Goodbye, Ezra.

  (She kisses him. EZRA turns violently away, as though to

  dismiss her.)

  No—that won’t do. A proper goodbye.

  (They kiss. EZRA holds onto her. She detaches his hands,

  turns away as DOROTHY and MARY enter. MARCELLA

  leaves, without looking back.)

  MARY

  Babbo—I’m so sorry.

  (She embraces him. He sobs.)

  DOROTHY

  Please—don’t encourage him. It will take me weeks to get him over this.

  MARY

  We can be gentle with him.

  DOROTHY

  When was he gentle with me?

  EZRA

  Mary, you could have helped me!

  MARY

  Not this time, Babbo.

  EZRA

  I thought you were my rock.

  MARY

  I’ve tried to be—I told myself, Babbo has a right to do whatever he likes—anything that makes him happy. Whomever he brings into my home is welcome. He makes his own laws, and I accept them.

  DOROTHY

  You might have anticipated there would be difficulties.

  MARY

  I did. From the first day, I realized I was up against something beyond Babbo’s control. He expected me to help him … he was in great need of shelter and tenderness, so he could write Paradise.

  EZRA

  For one beautiful day, there was peace—but you couldn’t keep it up.

  MARY

  More than one—but no, I couldn’t keep it up. This house no longer contains a family. We shouldn’t even be breaking bread together.

  EZRA

  You want me to be a demigod.

  MARY

  The vision has withered. I’m so weary of it all—I feel as though my skin is a bag of bones.

  EZRA

  “If love be not in the house, there is nothing!”

  (MARY exits. To DOROTHY)

  I want to go back to Sant’Ambrogio.

  DOROTHY

  No, Ezra—I can’t manage you there, alone—

  EZRA

  You managed before, you can manage now.

  DOROTHY

  There are tenants in my apartment.

  EZRA

  Get rid of them …

  DOROTHY

  Where do you expect me to find the strength … ?

  EZRA

  Throw them out!

  DOROTHY

  No—they pay me.

  EZRA

  Get a hotel room!

  DOROTHY

  Very well. I’ll start packing tomorrow.

  EZRA

  Now—now!

  DOROTHY

  Tomorrow.

  (Suddenly sinking into a chair)

  He never know how tired …

  LIGHTS FADE

  SCENE 4

  Setting: A hotel room in Rapallo. Several days later

  (EZRA stands alone in the middle of the floor. He is dressed as in the first scene: cloak, sombrero.)

  EZRA

  (He begins to undress, slowly and laboriously.)

  To abuse words, to be abused by words: they sink under the weight. Like swallows up in the air—flying at the beginning, carrying all thought and meaning on their wings. But “’Tis the white stag, fame, we’re a-hunting, bid the world’s hounds come to horn!” Those hounds have dragged my words to the ground.

  “The ant’s a centaur in his dragon world.

  Pull down thy vanity, it is not man

  Made courage, or made order, or made grace,

  Pull down they vanity, I say, pull down.”

  (Now naked, he climbs onto bed, lies flat, staring at the ceiling. Enter MARY and DOROTHY with suitcases.)

  DOROTHY

  (At the bed, covering him hastily)

  He’s resting—exhausted. I thought we’d have to call an ambulance.

  MARY

  Old, and sick, and very tired.

  DOROTHY

  We’re all very tired.

  (Pause)

  He’s asking for Olga.

  MARY

  And you don’t object?

  DOROTHY

  There are times when one must simply be practical. I’m seventy years old. Ezra has been my delight and my burden for almost fifty years. Olga is sixty-three—tell her to take him to her house, with my blessing. I’ve done all that I can.

  MARY

  I’ll call her right away.

  DOROTHY

  I telephoned her already. She said she’d hurry over from Sant’Ambrogio.

  MARY

  My poor mother—after all these years. I’ll go downstairs and look out for her.

  (Exit.)

  EZRA (Confused)

  O
lga?

  DOROTHY

  No—Dorothy. Olga’s coming.

  EZRA

  You—?

  DOROTHY

  I’ll go to London.

  EZRA

  (Reaching for her)

  Dorothy … “If, when this life’s over …”

  DOROTHY

  Goodbye, Mao.

  (As she turns toward the exit, OLGA enters, wearing a red Chinese jacket embroidered with gold. They face each other in silence.)

  OLGA

  Rest, peace.

  DOROTHY

  Yes.

  OLGA

  “What thou lovest well remains …”

  DOROTHY

  The Cantos. He’ll never finish them, now. Lately I’ve begun to realize—to admit to myself—to KNOW that his poetry—

  OLGA

  I can’t agree with you, I can’t acknowledge—

  DOROTHY

  His poetry, which I bore for him, suckled as I never did our son—

  OLGA

  Don’t say it!

  DOROTHY

  Died. Departed. Gone—

  (A beat.)

  OLGA

  (In spite of herself)

  When—?

  DOROTHY

  Perhaps years ago, when we left London—fled, really, he’d made so many enemies.

  OLGA

  Not his fault. Greatness is always misunderstood.

  DOROTHY

  Or when we realized Paris wasn’t going to work, either, and went into exile, in Rapallo.

  OLGA

  Hardly exile.

  DOROTHY

  Or when we were all three living together, and quarreling, and he was so horribly disappointed—“If love be not in the house”—

  OLGA

  How he could have believed it would work—

  DOROTHY

  He loved us both.

  (OLGA is speechless. DOROTHY continues calmly.)

  But really, I believe his ruin came with the children.

  OLGA

  But we made sure the children never interfered.

 

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