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[jazzfish]

read some Yeats last night. it's been awhile since i've read good poetry. i'm still most moved by "september 1913" and _michael robartes and the dancer_ (especially "easter 1916").

They weighed so lightly what they gave,
But let them be, they're dead and gone,
They're with O'Leary in the grave.
--September 1913

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[skreidle.livejournal.com]

first of a double post, yessirree..

Yeats --

[scathach.livejournal.com]

I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

--"An Irish Airman Forsees His Death"

Ah. Such sweet music.