I didn't want to be like Yeats; I wanted to be Yeats.

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn

I didn't want to be like Yeats; I wanted to be Yeats.

I am so wise I had my mouth sewn shut.

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.

I cry. Evil dissolves, & love, like foam; that love. Prattle of children powers me home, my heart claps like the swan's under a frenzy of who love me & who shine.

We must travel in the direction of our fear.