Thursday, May 17, 2001

The Wheel Comments

Rating: 3.3
THROUGH winter-time we call on spring,
And through the spring on summer call,
And when abounding hedges ring
Declare that winter's best of all;


William Butler Yeats
Indira Renganathan 30 November 2016
seasons come and go in a wheel but at one stage as we age old there is no spring coming for us and what disturbs our blood Is but its longing for the tomb.......beautiful poem with a message
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