Dick Sirloin
please... stay safe
- Jan 6, 2004
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lizard said:I really need to buy a collection of Yeats.
I always loved this one
Indignant at the fumbling wits, the obscure spite
Of our old Paudeen in his shop, I stumbled blind
Among the stones and thorn trees, under morning light;
Until a curlew cried and in the luminous wind
A curlew answered; and suddenly thereupon I thought
That on the lonely height where all are in Gods eye,
There cannot be, confusion of our sound forgot,
A single soul that lacks a sweet crystaline cry.
and this one
Now as at all times I can see in the minds eye,
In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones
Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky
With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones,
And all their helms of silver hovering side by side,
And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more,
Being by Calvarys turbulence unsatisfied,
The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.