Poetry Foundation
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·Jan 17
I think all good poetry should be like a bible one keeps on the shelf and turns to in times of distress, fatigue, or when needing reassurance that every strife can be named. This collection is such a bible. —Brontez Purnell
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@Danez_Smif’s HOMIE
@Danez_Smif’s HOMIE
The Cold Heaven
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven
That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,
And thereupon imagination and heart were driven
So wild that every casual thought of that and this
Vanished, and left but memories, that should be out of season
With the hot blood of youth, of love crossed long ago;
And I took all the blame out of all sense and reason,
Until I cried and trembled and rocked to and fro,
Riddled with light. Ah! when the ghost begins to quicken,
Confusion of the death-bed over, is it sent
Out naked on the roads, as the books say, and stricken
By the injustice of the skies for punishment?
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