Reply #2: My favorite poet--WB Yeats [View All]

[Malva Zebrina]

SPILT MILK

We that have done and thought,
That have thought and done,
Must ramble, and thin out
Like milk spilt on a stone.


A COAT

I made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world's eyes
As though they wrought it.
Song, let them take it,
For there's more enterprise
In walking naked.