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William Butler Yeats
With William Butler Yeats I see a striking parallel: of politics and prosody, a marriage made in hell; each new idea casting an elusive, mastering spell with only moments in between for time and space to gel and being armed … Continue reading
Two Poets Lament, Part I
for W.B. Yeats Some silken strains of angst-encrusted verse or mystic message wrapped in words to woo designed to part the patron from their purse, or charm one’s snakes…what can these small things do? An audience that can be misdirected … Continue reading
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