Tuesday, December 26, 2006

A Terrible Beauty Is Born

Do you ever happen upon a thing and wonder that in your entire lifetime, you've never discovered it before? Having just found W.B. Yeats', Easter, 1916, I am left scratching my head and wondering just that. If you've a few moments for inquiry, as it's a rather longish one, pour yourself a cuppa and have a read, here.

4 comments:

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bulletholes said...

NICE HISTORY LESSON THIS MORNING...
and tied nicely to a great poem by a Master... this is why you are in my top five of the 10 blogs I choose to look at...How did you get to be so smart?

Anonymous said...

Yeats meets blogspam. The repetition, the intriguing diction, the exotic and the ordinary mixed. I think he might approve!

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