Monday, July 4, 2005

His confidence by W.B.Yeats

Undying love to buy
I wrote upon
The corners of this eye
All wrongs done.What payment were enough
For undying love?

I broke my heart in two
So hard I struck.
What matter? for I know
That out of rock,Out of a desolate source,
Love leaps upon its course.

1 comment:

Majaz said...

I find it hard to believe that I haven't commented here.

Perhaps it was because I was paranoid then.

And I am musing now that I still haven't sent you the book. A collection of Yeats.

Was going through your old stuff.

Interesting to look it all again...