near to heart
your fingers through mine
reaching for a city alive
our eyes on the scene
every moment between
then and the first
mostly then
into the night
the lights drawing
our minds to the stars
overhead, what they hold
This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Three (each day a new Yeats quote).
“…your hair was bound and wound
About the stars and moon and sun”
W.B. Yeats
Image: Jay Pritzker Pavilion, Chicago
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Happy Thanksgiving Day, my friends. 🙂
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And the same to you, Daniel.
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I like the way this starts firmly rooted to earth then reaches for the stars.
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Thank you, Jane. I wasn’t sure if that would come through in reading. I’m glad it did.
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🙂
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Lovely, Ken–earth to stars.
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🙂 And it felt that way.
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🙂
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Much held in those stars. (K)
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Indeed.
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