Yeats died Saturday in France. Freedom from his animal Has come at last in alien Nice, His heart beat separate from his w… He knows at last the old abyss

Poem Faithful to your commands, o… Beating wings, I studied the roses and the muses of reality… the deceptions and the deceptive e… and all the greened and thomed var…

At four years Nature is mountaino… Mysterious, and submarine. Even A city child knows this, hearing t… Rumor underground. Between the gr… Dropping his penny, he learned out…

Let me not, ever, to the marriage… Of Galilee admit the slightest se… Of doubt about the astonishing and… Of chance and choice to throw a sh… Of disbelief in truth—Love is not…

Faithful to your commandments, o c… Holy bird of words soaring ever wh… to inconceivable fulfillment slowl… And still I follow you, awkward a… and as awkward as his albatross an…

Tiger Christ unsheathed his sword… Threw it down, became a lamb. Swift spat upon the species, but Took two women to his heart. Samson who was strong as death

When I was a young man, I loved t… And I called a spade a spade And the only only thing that made… Was to lift the masks at the masqu… I took them off my own face,

You, my photographer, you, most aw… Who climbed to the bridge when the… Climbed with your camera when the… And lighted your flashes and, stan… Wound the camera in the sudden bur…

“little soul, little flirting, little perverse one where are you off to now? little wan one, firm one little exposed one...

In the morning, when it was rainin… Then the birds were hectic and lou… Through all the reign is fall’s en… Their singing was erratic and full… They did not remember the summer b…

“the cure of souls.” Henry James The radiant soda of the seashore f… Fun, foam and freedom. The sea la… The Shaven sand. And the light sw… On self-destroying waves.

THE MIND IS AN ANCIEN… The mind is a city like London, Smoky and populous: it is a capita… Like Rome, ruined and eternal, Marked by the monuments which no o…

(After Valery) O Sea!... ’Tis I, risen from dea… To hear the waves’ harmonious roar And see the galleys, sharp, in daw… Raised from the dark by the rising…

Athlete, virtuoso, Training for happiness, Bend arm and knee, and seek The body’s sharp distress, For pain is pleasure’s cost,

The riches of the poet are equal t… His power is his left hand It is idle weak and precious His poverty is his wealth, a wealt… like Midas Because it is that laz…