ingawh [CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons
‘Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?’—W.B. Yeats
Blood sunset
our mad general pursues
her across this land
so we bleed so far from home
for these empty vanities
for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-nine
Frank J. Tassone 
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