"He who learns must suffer and even in our sleep the pain we cannot forget falls drop by drop upon our heart and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God."
Thursday, December 04, 2003
'W. B. Yeats': Near-Perfect Poems, Imperfect Poet: "Now that my ladder's gone
I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart."
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