W. B. Yeats
by W. B. Yeats
Though leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.
Wither
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“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." –Chaucer
So good to read anothers favourites, remind you and get you seeking 🙂
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“Tell the truth, but tell it slant,” right? Thank you, my friend.
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Doug , you have made me fall in love with poetry again after years of drought.
Thank you dear friend.
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