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Earth, receive an honoured guest:
William Yeats is laid to rest.
Let the Irish vessel lie
Emptied of its poetry.
Billie Holiday's burned voice
had as many shadows as lights,
Under bare Ben Bulben's head
In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.
And William had dudgeon for the sightless beadle
Who worshipped a God like a grandmother on ice-skates,
I asked the master Yeats
Whose great style could not tell
each in the cell of himself is almost convinced of his freedom,
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.
An afternoon of nurses and rumours;
The provinces of his body revolted,
Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
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