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[–] 4 points 8 months ago*

Yeats has just got a sound, man. Some of his phrasing is so hauntingly lonely, but there's a hint of hope.

eg

all disheveled wandering stars

live alone in the bee-loud glade

She stood in desperate music wound

The fury and the mire of human veins

etc

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