Without Reservation

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Without Reservation

I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the West
and had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky.

In his stead, we sailed from the east to drive him from his land.
The sun, moon and stars taunting him with a freedom
that would not be his, we herded him
into a destiny of manifest squalor
while spoiling his land,
free of guilt
in our own
minds.

This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Eight (each day a new Yeats quote)

“I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the West
And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky”
W.B. Yeats

Image source: “The Trail of Tears” by Max D. Standley

Child within My Heart

Child within My Heart

Child within My HeartCarefree, this bundle
we bring into life,
shielded from the trials
we face, the worries
that plague us.

Though life is short,
it will not pass her by
without challenge. With
our love and guidance,
she will meet
the lessons it offers.

And so she sleeps,
peaceful,
untroubled.

This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Seven (each day a new Yeats quote)

“Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on.”
W.B. Yeats

framing a question

framing a question

joy of youth, framed
a window on the past
mystery hidden within

doubts
held in reserve
without reassurance

meanings unknown
his questions
unanswered

turmoil hidden
how did we not see,
our question

his absence our loss
our unasked question,
why

My thoughts on seeing a photo of a young man, a friend, who had taken his life many years ago. 

This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Four (each day a new Yeats quote).

“We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead”
W.B. Yeats

 

near to heart


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