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Thursday, October 06, 2005

National Poetry Day

It is National Poetry Day so I am entering into the spirit of things by quoting from one of my favourite poets, W.B. Yeats. This is the final verse from his poem "Easter, 1916":

Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven's part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse -
MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
Comments:
I thought surely you would quote a naughty limerik

I would but you would only delete it
 
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