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W. B. Yeats

I bring you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams.

— W. B. Yeats, from “A Poet to His Beloved,”  The Wind Among the Reeds. (Woodstock Books September 1994) Originally published December 1899.

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2 thoughts on “W. B. Yeats

  1. My favourite:The collar bone of a hare

    Would I could cast a sad on the water
    Where many a king has gone
    And many a king’s daughter,
    And alight at the comely trees and the lawn,
    The playing upon pipes and the dancing,
    And learn that the best thing is
    To change my loves while dancing
    And pay but a kiss for a kiss.
    I would find by the edge of that water
    The collar-bone of a hare
    Worn thin by the lapping of water,
    And pierce it through with a gimlet, and stare
    At the old bitter world where they marry in churches,
    And laugh over the untroubled water
    At all who marry in churches,
    Through the white thin bone of a hare.

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