“Yesterday, upon the stair,
            I met a man who wasn’t there.
            He wasn’t there again today.
            I wish, I wish he’d go away.”

Hughes Mearns, “Antigonish”

Charming, lilting nonsense, with just a enough edge to sit in your mind and create disturbing visions. Like nonsense poetry is supposed to do. I was never aware of the title until now, which clearly points to the blurred line between tragedy and farce.