When All Falls in Ruin

W. B. Yeats, The King’s Threshold

And I would have all know that when all falls / In ruin, poetry calls out in joy…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.