W.B. Yeats (Remove filter)
A Row Of Beans
The arch poet tends to his row of beans
as once he broadcast words across the land.
He sighs for these stems of rogue angle
for as he outgrows limelight well deserved
his arguments pale, but not love, for love
the arch poet tends to his row of beans.
For love the arch poet made the verses
to challenge the spirit of any age
who in adversity is found unfair.
He created a space for p...
Monday 19th September 2022 1:09 pm
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