Friday, 12 June 2015

I would wish to be less wise

William Butler Yeats was born one hundred and fifty years ago today.

"The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet."


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  1. Prufrock13 June 2015 at 11:09

    Cast a cold eye
    On life, on death.
    Horseman, pass by!

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