Daybreak, and a candle-end
Only I wake up like this Apropos of nothing, I woke up this morning with a line of William Butler Yeats running through my head: … Said that wild old wicked man Who travels where God wills. And I haven’t even thought of Yeats in a very long time, possibly a month. For me, that’s infrequent. In dreams begins responsibility I send my brain to rummaging around itself, trying to remember what it was I […]
