THE STOLEN CHILD by W.B. Yeats WHERE dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we’ve hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the [...]
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The Stolen Child
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged childhood, Maurice Sendak, poetry, W.B. Yeats on August 17, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
as pitiless as the sun…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged ecology, poetry, The Second Coming, The Sphinx, W.B. Yeats on August 15, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
THE SECOND COMING by William Butler Yeats Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst [...]
