Sailing With YeatsA Poem by Ken e BujoldWhen you are old and gray, sounding out Yeats -- if life’s last late adventure,
Byzantium still awaits or … the light
through autumn’s atrium might be his cold-hearted
censure ‘too late, too late …’ should you slip peacefully into
the night like so many other extinguishing
lanterns … or go kicking and howling at the
planters, at the raw deal of the dying
light? I’ve lived and loved enough,
wept over brides too numerous to remember … the
ways I promised to ride out the
troubling waves, to waste what little time
remains mourning tides. If once this sure-footed youth, blithe to days -- how the tithe of a sun gathering
up minutes, closing out accounts, laps about the limits -- at least I’ve learned the
conceit of thinking otherwise. Ken e Bujold © 2024 Ken e BujoldReviews
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1 Review Added on November 1, 2024 Last Updated on November 9, 2024 Previous Versions AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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