A Month with Yeats: Day Eleven

Today’s quote is from ‘The Harp of Aengus’ by W.B. Yeats.

‘Where time is drowned in odour-laden winds
And Druid moons, and murmuring of boughs,’


On a sleepy town a harp is heard
Sweet melody drown in misty clouds
In confusion and chaos floundered
Enveloped in some fusty air shrouds

Apple bough laden with blossom
On its branch the tweeting of a bird
Next to the tree a pile of animal totem
Soaring at a great height some buzzard

Lovers lay down on grass wet with dew
Beside them a basket of fruit and drinks
Like the world’s just revolved on the two
And everything will disappear in a blink

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: A Month with Yeats: Day Eleven, Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #11



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