Grant Norwood Poet Quatrain

In Search of Yeats

Oceans wend and eyes lift to the faded summer moon,
like a dried water spot on the morning sky 
Here now on the edge of a princely river
Cast a cold Eye

Over hills that shadow Drumcliff and the run of the wild boar
Stone walls smuggle narrow lanes and wandering breath
Devenir un sujet de discorde
On Life, on Death

In the absence of women and men and conventional phrase
Below hazel crosses and where fickle winds cry
We gather unknowing of those before
Horseman pass by




Cast a cold Eye
On Life, on Death
Horseman pass by

William Butler Yeats, as inscribed on his grave site.

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Paloma P October 21, 2016 at 2:25 PM Funny the French reputation of Yeats, being an Irish poet. Exceptional, the last line of each verse could be a poetic statement unto itself. Grant Norwood October 21, 2016 at 4:40 PM thanks. the last lines are in italics as they belong to WBY, they adorn his grave site. He is a poetic hero of mine, i went looking for this place one day hoping to find some form of spiritual inspiration. I will edit this with the appropriate accreditation.....