Faith is now quite uncertain. I'm no longer acting-as-if.
Sorry, more Yeats:She thinks, part woman, three parts a child,That nobody looks; her feetPractise a tinker shufflePicked up on a street.(Like a long-legged fly upon the streamHer mind moves upon silence.)
Cathy, I love the Yeats. Keep them coming.
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Sorry, more Yeats:
ReplyDeleteShe thinks, part woman, three parts a child,
That nobody looks; her feet
Practise a tinker shuffle
Picked up on a street.
(Like a long-legged fly upon the stream
Her mind moves upon silence.)
Cathy, I love the Yeats. Keep them coming.
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