Silenced by death in the grave. WB Yeats couldn’t save
Why did you stand here. Were you sickened in time, but I know by now.
Why did you sit here? In the grave
WB Yeats „Second“
Why should I blame her,
that she filled my days with misery or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men violent ways or
hurled the little streets upon the great
Had they but courage. Equal to desire
Sad there Mond Gonne couldn’t stay,
but she had Mac Bride anyway and you sit here with me
On the isle Inistree and your writing down anything,
but I know by know. Why did you sit here
In the grave....
Why should I blame her. Had they but courage equal to desire
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