The Mother Of God Poem by William Butler Yeats

The Mother Of God

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THE threefold terror of love; a fallen flare
Through the hollow of an ear;
Wings beating about the room;
The terror of all terrors that I bore
The Heavens in my womb.
Had I not found content among the shows
Every common woman knows,
Chimney corner, garden walk,
Or rocky cistern where we tread the clothes
And gather all the talk?
What is this flesh I purchased with my pains,
This fallen star my milk sustains,
This love that makes my heart's blood stop
Or strikes a Sudden chill into my bones
And bids my hair stand up?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bhagabat Prasad Hotta 06 November 2018

A great poem by a great poet....so nice poem.........

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William Butler Yeats

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