Imagine
that it’s been
A century since Yeats.
Imagine, and
conclude
How meaningless are dates.
All of time gone
by,
And not a second passed
For you who saw him first
And
you who read him last.
He stepped outside to say
A
line or two. It was
Out of time and place,
But no one cared
because
No one had built a wall,
Nobody tore one
down.
Beautiful women merged
There in Lissome Town.
When
you are given away
Another century hence,
Your comely
wisdom combined
Worth a couple pence,
The women still will
walk,
And rebels stop and stare,
Nothing much to say.
Helen
will not care.
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