W.B. Yeats. How I love you in this moment.

Yes. Sometimes I just post ( gasp) poetry. Sometimes it says what I want to in fewer words 😉 SAILING TO BYZANTIUM I That is no country for old men. The young In one another’s arms, birds in the trees — Those dying generations — at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, […]