To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Nothing

[cestpaspossible]

Now all the truth is out,
Be secret and take defeat
From any brazen throat,
For how can you compete,
Being honour bred, with one
Who, were it proved he lies,
Were neither shamed in his own
Nor in his neighbours' eyes?
Bred to a harder thing
Than Triumph, turn away
And like a laughing string
Whereon mad fingers play
Amid a place of stone,
Be secret and exult,
Because of all things known
That is most difficult.

William Butler Yeats

[BeFree]

1. Nothing?!?

Bullshit!

Something has turned.
Whether mine eyes see, or not,
Something has been moved by my efforts.

For when truth and Honor
Is my purpose, then Truth and Honor
Has been served. And that is enough.

A victory is not always needed
To be evidenced by the press,
Or put on TV, it's only need is that it was done.

BeFree

[Malva Zebrina]

2. My favorite poet--WB Yeats

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.