June 2, 2010

At Yeats’ Grave

By writewithlightning

What else but a cold eye when all around

Your grave the ravens cry out for their own

Dead, begging their horsemen—the praying flies

On pilgrimage—to take their photographs

And pass by?

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I'm a published Canadian poet and fiction writer, posting haiku daily @writelightning on most social media sites. Please like and comment so that I know you're reading. It means a lot to me! View all posts by writewithlightning

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One response to “At Yeats’ Grave”

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  June 13th, 2010 at 06:28

  and a happy birthday to mr. yeats today. (i’m more of a susan musgrave and baudelaire fan, though, myself.)

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