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The Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light, 38 more words

Poems

'I will arise now and go now..'

My old British passport expired in October and I decided that this time I would get an Irish one. I’m not sure what that says (if anything) about my political views. 50 more words

Play Time

Flying to Byzantium.

Samarpit to Mr. W.B.Yeats
il miglior fabbro

There is no country for young. The old,
in the parliaments, birds in cages,
- Those budding generations- at their fluttering, 215 more words

Poetry

King and No King - W.B Yeats

And I that have not your faith, how shall I know
That in the blinding light beyond the grave
We’ll find so good a thing as that we have lost? 13 more words

Writing

A Dappled Feast

I woke to thick mist on Sunday morning and  a mad longing to find my anchorage in Mount Congreve Garden. A tiny patch of blue eventually forced its way through and I ran out of the sleeping house to be greeted by a Mount Congreve that I had never witnessed there before ~ dancing colours, shadows and a luxurious vibrancy that made my heart sing. 212 more words

Ireland

The Lake Isle of Innisfree

by W.B. Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee; 93 more words

Poetry

Mythology Mondays - Banshee

So, having a “Mythology Mondays” component to this blog is something that crossed my mind while doing one of my assignments for an English class. It won’t be every week because of school work and general college activities. 329 more words