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
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
Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, requiem, W. H. Auden, 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