A month with Yeats: Day Five

“And like a sunset were her lips,
A stormy sunset on doomed ships;
A citron colour gloomed in her hair,”

From The Wanderings of Oisin: Book One by W. B. Yeats.

she smiles like a white sweet clover
by the arc painted with ardour
as chaste as a sprout of a soft rose
as enchanting as a fairy while she glows
exhausted in the conventional position
too valuable for the dowry given
baying for love on stormy seas
on the grassy field some daisies
wild dogs devouring fawns and deer
on the horizon some birds appear
chatter animatedly like self-possessed
birds tweeting for their feeds in the nest

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

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