But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: imagery, loss, love poetry, mythology, W.B. Yeats
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: imagery, loss, love poetry, mythology, W.B. Yeats
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: imagery, mystic, post-apocalyptic, unsettling, W.B. Yeats, war