w.b.y.

I came across this poem today and thought it was sexy & lovely & and all things wonderful (it’s even a little… dirty). I’m not a huge Yeats fan, but this is too good not to share. xo-m

A Drinking Song, William Butler Yeats

20080630191244Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

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2 thoughts on “w.b.y.

  1. Oh W.B. Oh Willie. You can’t thoroughly hate him when he has a handful of poems like this.

  2. I know! I guess I only really knew his nauseating Celtic revival poems. Wow, I’m snarky this morning…. Anyway, I now have a special place in my heart for ol’ Yeats.

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