Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, requiem, W. H. Auden, W.B. Yeats
Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, requiem, W. H. Auden, W.B. Yeats
How can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics?
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: love poetry, politics, W.B. Yeats, war
The Nonconformist 0
Taxed to explain what this resentment is
He feels for small proprieties, it comes,
He likes to think, from old enormities
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: defiance, Donald Davie, psychology, social commentary