Categories
Random Posts
- A Different PathSometimes, I wonder: if I’d walked a different path, the one, like Frost’s, well-traveled and defined, perhaps more suited to my demograph but nonetheless a …
- There is a wall around a thingThere is a wall around a thing that does not know to love that keeps it safe, in some sad way, and far from the …
- The locust choir at midnightThe locust choir at midnight ends rehearsal when the night larks begin to bustle ’round; and even the great roaches find dispersal preferable when mockingbirds …
- A Different Path
Recent Comments
- Irene on Some ancient affirmations
- Rekha on No More Sad Weepings of Regret
- Novena on Wake Up: sonetto rispetto
- John on On the Veranda: serenade
Subscribe
Join 298 other subscribersMeta
Tag Archives: WB Yeats
Two Poets Lament, Part II
Perhaps the world is full of verse that fails, inspiring none to act as heroes should; and in frustration, lesser poets rail against the confine and form of the good, their self-aggrandized talents gone to waste that they alone lament … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged art, communication, failure, hubris, misunderstanding, poetry, purpose, WB Yeats, words
Leave a comment
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
Posted in Poems
Tagged communication, dreams, interpretation, misunderstanding, Poetry, poetry, pointlessness, sorrow, WB Yeats
Leave a comment
Desert Storms and the Battle of Anghiari
No winding caravans, trailing behind the despoiling route of a conqueror, have had to slow in their lumbering tracks to scatter their spoor against detection, hiding the broken lances and spent shells that might make their way through the sifted … Continue reading
Mood for a Day
What rough beast…slouches towards Bethlehem, waiting to be born? – W.B. Yeats, from The Second Coming There is a piece of writing sitting inside me now, fermenting and growing. I am pregnant with it – it fills me, making it … Continue reading
Posted in Conversations
Tagged creativity, The Second Coming, WB Yeats, writer's block, writing
Leave a comment