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A #Tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-five…#haiku #poetry

Fisherman at lake cooking in a boiling spring the trout just caught, Yellowstone Park, U.S.A, by Underwood & Underwood By Underwood & Underwood — Publisher [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

 

‘And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.’—W.B. Yeats

 

flying white moths

another starry night without

that wandering girl

who caught me when I caught her

and refuses to let me go

 

for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-five

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