DO you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?
I have been changed to a hound with one red ear;
I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns,
For somebody hid hatred and hope and desire and fear
Under my feet that they follow you night and day.
A man with a hazel wand came without sound;
He changed me suddenly; I was looking another way;
And now my calling is but the calling of a hound;
And Time and Birth and Change are hurrying by.
I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the West
And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky
And lay in the darkness, grunting, and turning to his rest.
William Butler Yeats
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Wed 07.07.2010 at 09:49
THERE is a queen in China, or maybe it's in Spain,
And birthdays and holidays such praises can be heard
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Tue 07.06.2010 at 12:12
We sat under an old thorn-tree
And talked away the night,
Told all that had been said or done
Since first we saw the light,
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Thu 06.17.2010 at 02:21
Now that we're almost settled in our house
I'll name the friends that cannot sup with us
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Wed 06.09.2010 at 15:53
DEAR Craoibhin Aoibhin, look into our case.
When we are high and airy hundreds say
written by William Butler Yeats, published on Tue 06.08.2010 at 00:59
My Paistin Finn is my sole desire,
And I am shrunken to skin and bone,
For all my heart has had for its hire