passion without compassion
breeds a darkness a despair
that overcomes takes the soul
regardless of intentions
to feign kindness
This cleave poem is my response to Jane Dougherty’s November Yeats Challenge: Day Two (each day a new Yeats quote).
“… the dark folk who live in souls
Of passionate men, like bats in the dead trees;” —W.B. Yeats
A cleave can be read as a single poem and as two separate poems – left side and right.
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