Thursday, July 11, 2013

W.B. Yeats and me

It is fitting for a writer to visit William Butler Yeats' grave, reflect for a long moment on the influence of  his works and want to return to the shelves once more to pick up one of is poems.

 "And may the thoughts of Ireland brood                    
Upon a measured quietude."

"Too long of a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart."

"Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrrible bueaty is born."

"The red-rose-bordered hem."