Tag Archives: W.B. Yeats

Politics Comments Off on Politics

How can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics?

In Memory of W. B. Yeats Comments Off on In Memory of W. B. Yeats

Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.

The Song of Wandering Aengus Comments Off on The Song of Wandering Aengus

But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name: