Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice;
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress;
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountain start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
- W.H. Auden, from "In Memory of W.B. Yeats"
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Great find from Yeats.
Can't wait to read your thoughts.
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My profile: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/55874
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farming eh? one of you guys had to get that gene even if it is only in poetic form. Looking forward to seeing you! DB
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