Friday, March 30, 2007

His Confidence - WB Yeats

Undying love to buy
I wrote upon
The corners of this eye
All wrongs done.
What payment were enough
For dying love?

I broke my heart in two
So hard I struck.
What matter? For I know
That out of rock,
Out of a desolate source,
Love leaps upon its course.

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