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?
June 2, 2010
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.)