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Once out of nature…

“I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing.” Yeats 0n what is past or passing or to come.

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  • Casey Klahn May 12, 2021, 12:21 PM

    Past. Passing. Still to come.

    Yeats. It is the salt of the Earth when good poetry is saved, read, or written.

  • Roscoe May 12, 2021, 6:18 PM

    Here is another poem that strikes deep in the soul of those who traveled long to return home, our Penelopes and our own Ithacas:


  • gwbnyc May 12, 2021, 6:48 PM

    “a tattered coat upon a stick”

    A witness not needing an epitaph.

  • Anne May 13, 2021, 8:20 AM

    WB–the greatest. In this house we love to hear or read his every word. Seconded only by Jeffers with Vander Leun coming in third! My DH and these three fill my life with riches beyond anything that money can buy!

    I watched DH work beside me in the garden yesterday. Those tasks that used to be his because of his physical strength are not so easy or automatic anymore. It made me sad to see how difficult it was for him to lift the small bags of soil and compost and gravel. This morning he made us a coffee and sat with me to listen to this reading of Byzantium. I am lucky woman–DH is a man wise enough to understand every phrase and word. Two greats at the morning table at the same time!!
    In every moment of every day I am so grateful he is still here. . .
    Thank you so much G VdL !!