His element is so fine
Being sharpened by his death,
To drink from the wine-breath
While our gross palates drink from the whole wine.
B.Yeats (1865-1939)
All Souls’ Night
His element is so fine
Being sharpened by his death,
To drink from the wine-breath
While our gross palates drink from the whole wine.
B.Yeats (1865-1939)
All Souls’ Night