Thursday, March 1, 2012

"And hid his face amid a crowd of stars." W.B.Yeats

You, my darling, in the other world you inhabit now
Are safe within walls of ivy that grows
Around you instead of old age. You thought
The line was, "I walked with my head in
A cloud of stars," but that was yours, not Yeats'.

Fare well, my dear friend, first and hearty love!
You are so actually inside your true
self now; no longer the boy who took my hand
and put it to your face to feel the tears
that fell from your eyes after we had kissed;
right before we climbed our mountains and
sought to walk with our heads in their "clouds" of stars.


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