In the Collage of My Mind I’m a Simple Design
The years are rapt birds,
trilling their delight,
no salt on their tongues
no weights on their wings,
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Yeats Essay
In an unpublished lecture on “Modern Ireland,” Yeats wrote: “And style, whether of life or literature, comes, I think, from excess, from something over and above utility which wrings the heart.” Yeast’s proclivity for writing was derived from his obsessive concern with time, with how quickly it catapults one into old age.