A Month With Yeats: Day Twenty-Eight

Another quote from the poem ‘He Mourns for the Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World’

 

‘I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the West

And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky’ β€”W.B. Yeats

 

When the fires in the east meet the storms in the west

 

When the fires in the east meet the storms in the west,

When north and south join bloody hands across the water,

When there is no light to see by day, through veils of fog,

When the carcasses pile high amid the slaughter,

When black MorrΓ­gu caws and nothing stops her cry,

There is no rhyme, no valid reason why

I should not turn my eyes in fury to the sky

And shout, let the blood tide rise; let all things die.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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