To William Butler Yeats Poem by Steven Silent Wolf

To William Butler Yeats



Your words
a wind door
to where you are

My pagan face
pressed to the paine
cold and sooty smeared

I spy the silent
poems you weave
there on the North Sea
stars

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patricia Gale 12 November 2009

Stunning work here, well done.

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Joseph Poewhit 12 November 2009

Stoic stance of a captivating state

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Steven Silent Wolf

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