Daniel Ramirez, Honolulu, Hawaii via Wikimedia commons ‘I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!’ W.B. Yeats ocean sunrise Your hand in mine as we watch the surf crash in our moment together fleeting as a gull’s cry for Jane Dougherty’s […]
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 […]
By Miller, James Martin & H.S. Canfield. [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons ‘We know their dream; enough To know they dreamed and are dead; ‘ —W.B. Yeats ‘ Smoke in the sky After the last echoes of gunshots and screams only their bloodstains and memories remain […]
‘…your hair was bound and wound About the stars and moon and sun:’—W.B. Yeats morning clouds everywhere I see your face since you slipped away your presence a reflection on this rippling water for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Three
‘I wander by the edge Of this desolate lake Where wind cries in the sedge:’ —W.B. Yeats Peter Smyly [CC BY-SA 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons windswept lake daylight the only witness to our moans and sighs her passion-spent hand caresses my battle-scarred, tear-stained cheek for […]
Husband, Father, Writer, Teacher. American Haijin. Because Haikai matters!
Frank J. Tassone 