Lay for the Day 28th
1939: W.B. Yeats dies in Menton in France. After the Second World War,
his bones were brought home to be laid in the churchyard of Drumcliff,
County Sligo, according to the request in Under Ben Bulben,
one of his last poems. Subsequently, doubt has been cast on the authenticity
of the remains that were translated.
from a hero and far from a saint,
in an action frozen
in the lamplit paint,
were discomfortably chosen
dumbfounded in the fellside light,
have what, in youth, came
come in your dry September years
dont let fall,
bent on rhyme
an exile from eternity, in love with time.
the moon in a stream,
let go his grip or catch her glory
her gliding beam,
between act and dream.
through the bright
of desire and sink down
unillumination and drown,
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