"Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great.
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?"
- No Second Troy, W.B Yeats.
Does this count? As soon as I read this post I thought of this poem, by William Butler Yeats. The poet was a mystic who believed in automatic writing, so my train of thought went to him and his poetry. Since spontaneous writing and automatic writing are similar. It's the only poem that I can recite from memory.
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"The world is but a canvas to our imagination."
-Thoreau
14 Nov 2012, 12:48 am
