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Nekkid Yeats Redux

I’m too tired to expound further on the past two days.  Perhaps I’ll rejoin the world tomorrow.  Or rather, later today.

In retrospect, this is the better Yeats poem:


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’d wrought it.
Song, let them take it,
For there’s more enterprise
In walking naked.

Yeats seemed to have a thing for needlepoint.