Tag: A month with Yeats
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A #tankaProse for A Month with Yeats: Day 15 #haibun #tanka #poetry #dversepoets
By John M, CC BY-SA 2.0, Link You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.’ —W.B. Yeats A Blood Rose Victory The stars fall as the last light of day fades. Tails of fire light…
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#Tanka Tuesday #1 (11/14/17)…for A Month with Yeats: Day 14…#haiku #poetry
Jane’s prompt for a Month with Yeats: Day 14: Today’s quote if from ‘To Ireland in the Coming Times’. I think the following lines have inspired a sonnet. I find this a hard form to write, but this one came without trying. That you, in the dim coming times, May know how my heart went…
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A #Tanka for a Month with Yeats: Day 13
Aasgaardreien peter nicolai arbo mindre Wiki media commons For Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day 13: Today’s quote is from ‘The Hosting of the Sidhe’ by W.B. Yeats. ‘Away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream.’ nighttime thunder I answer the Wild Hunt’s call and embrace the wind Why did I ever…
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A #Tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day 12…#poetry #haiku
Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day 12– Today’s quote from the poetry of W.B. Yeats is taken from ‘The Rose of the World’. ‘He made the world to be a grassy road Before her wandering feet.’ meadow path a panicked flight of birds from the chainsaws’ roar for all green spaces must…
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A #Tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day 11…#poetry #haiku
Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day 11 offers the following: Today’s quote is from ‘The Harp of Aengus’ by W.B. Yeats. ‘Where time is drowned in odour-laden winds And Druid moons, and murmuring of boughs,’ She holds tight the thread of dreams And so I respond: burning leaves firelight in the eyes of…
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A #tanka for A Month with Yeats: Day 10 #poetry #haiku
And he saw how the reeds grew dark At the coming of night-tide,’ W.B. Yeats. last sunset fog rolling across the moor this new moon night is there time for one more breath, for one last kiss goodbye? For Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day 10
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A #Tanka for a Month with Keats: Day Nine #haiku #poetry
‘Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam, And Usna’s children died.’ W.B. Yeats Paris’ arrow Achilles’ bloodied tendon preceding his fall Conor’s sword fells Unis’ sons and Diedre’s shattered heart For Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats—Day 9
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A #tanka for A Month With Yeats…of bloodied tides and lost innocence…#poetry
‘The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned;’ first blood she whispers in the dark “Are you inside?” shards of a shattered culture Strewn in the wake of my “yes” For Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats–Day 8