Yeats sweetened
death
as love
becomes the worm
Was never
to my mind
the thoughts
I deserved
Yet sweet death
has come now
into my thoughts
time to time
And love
has taken
a more
circuitous climb
So that one
seems as close
as the other
out of reach
And my life
seems as lost
as the fairie isles
and Yeats’ beach
4/27/02
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