September, 1913, by William Buter Yeats, Ireland's Great Perpetual Poet Lau
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September, 1913, by William Butler Yeats, Ireland's Perpetual Poet Laureate[img[/img] Last edited by feldmarschal 03-01-2011 at 06:59:56 PM |
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RE: September, 1913, by William Buter Yeats, Ireland's Great Perpetual Poet Lau1913....REALLY. YOU THINK PEOPLE ARE CONCERNED WITH POETRY WRITTEN IN 1913. THAT SHOWS HOW OUT OF TOUCH WITH REALITY YOU REALLY ARE. THERE ARE PEOPLE LOSING THEIR HOMES AND JOBS AND LIFE SAVINGS DUE TO WHAT IS HAPPENING TODAY. AND YOU WANT TO POST SOME POETRY WRITTEN IN 1913. GIVE ME A BREAK. |
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RE: September, 1913, by William Buter Yeats, Ireland's Great Perpetual Poet Lauwe're not allowed to enjoy Yeats? I do and will. |
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The Love Song Of J Alfred Prufrock, by TS Eliot[img[img] Last edited by feldmarschal 03-02-2011 at 02:45:11 AM |
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.