written by William Butler YeatsI AM tired of cursing the Bishop,
(Said Crazy Jane)
Nine books or nine hats
Would not make him a man.
I have found something worse
To meditate on.
A King had some beautiful cousins.
But where are they gone?
Battered to death in a cellar,
And he stuck to his throne.
Last night I lay on the mountain.
(Said Crazy Jane)
There in a two-horsed carriage
That on two wheels ran
Great-bladdered Emer sat.
Her violent man
Cuchulain sat at her side;
Thereupon'
Propped upon my two knees,
I kissed a stone
I lay stretched out in the dirt
And I cried tears down.
William Butler Yeats
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Wed 03.12.2008 at 08:10
I met the Bishop on the road
And much said he and I.
'Those breasts are flat and fallen now,
Those veins must soon be dry;
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Sat 03.08.2008 at 22:27
AH, that Time could touch a form
That could show what Homer's age
Bred to be a hero's wage.
'Were not all her life but storm
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Fri 02.29.2008 at 14:12
Once, when midnight smote the air,
Eunuchs ran through Hell and met
On every crowded street to stare
Upon great Juan riding by:
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Mon 02.18.2008 at 23:39
IF any man drew near
When I was young,
I thought, 'He holds her dear,'
And shook with hate and fear.
But O! 'twas bitter wrong
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Thu 02.14.2008 at 23:45
'She will change,' I cried.
'Into a withered crone.'
The heart in my side,
That so still had lain,
In noble rage replied
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Tue 01.15.2008 at 07:51
THERE is grey in your hair.
Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath
When you are passing;