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A Mystical Brotherhood

Monday, October 29th, 2001
Mt. Hood from Twin Lakes Trail When I first encountered W.B. Yeats in the 60’s I dismissed his early pastoral poetry as naive and focused entirely on his later poems like Crazy Jane Talks to the Bishop or A Dialogue of Self and Soul. Upon rereading his poetry lately, though, I can certainly see the appeal [...]

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Politics

Tuesday, November 13th, 2001
‘In our time the destiny of man presents its meaning in political terms!–THOMAS MANN How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics? Yet here’s a travelled man that knows What he talks about, And there’s a politician That has read and thought, And maybe what they say is true Of war and war’s alarms, But 0 [...]

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A Prayer for Old Age

Tuesday, November 13th, 2001
A PRAYER FOR OLD AGE GOD guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone; He that sings a lasting song Thinks in a marrow-bone; From all that makes a wise old man That can be praised of all; 0 what am I that I should not seem For the song’s sake a fool? I pray-for fashion’s word is out And prayer [...]

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Yeats’ Heart and Soul

Tuesday, February 19th, 2002
Originally I had planned on discussing Yeats’ “A Dialogue of Self and Soul” but quickly realized that there was far more symbolism in that poem than I was willing to discuss in a single day. Instead, I turned to the Yeats’ poem I have loved the longest, one that, like “A Dialogue of Self and [...]

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