Drumclff pebbles & Angeline.

[ishtat]

I am on an extended trip to Europe and took a week off to visit NW Ireland. In Sligo today so visited Drumcliff churchyard. I put a pebble on the great mans grave, and put on an extra one and told him it was from Angeline. Hope you don't mind as I knew he was one of your favourite poets.

 

[Angeline]

I am on an extended trip to Europe and took a week off to visit NW Ireland. In Sligo today so visited Drumcliff churchyard. I put a pebble on the great mans grave, and put on an extra one and told him it was from Angeline. Hope you don't mind as I knew he was one of your favourite poets.

Ish that is a gesture that touches me. You know Yeats is the poet of my sentimental heart. Flyguy used to say I had a Yeats infection lol. So yknow~

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And what a great time for one of his poems, eh?

I am really feeling this one today: It's such a sad day in my part of the world.

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The Second Coming
W. B. Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?