w. b. rickey quotes - 10 of
And William had dudgeon for the sightless beadle
Who worshipped a God like a grandmother on ice-skates, ...
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, ...
Stares from every human face, And the seas of pity lie Locked and frozen in each eye.
For poetry makes nothing happen:
Earth, receive an honoured guest:
William Yeats is laid to rest. Let the Irish vessel lie Emptied of its poetry.
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountain start, ...
The words of a dead man
Are modified in the guts of the living.
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