Friday, December 14, 2012

The Mother of God By William Butler Yeats




The three fold terror of love; a fallen flare
through the hollow of an ear;
Wings beating about the room;
The terror of all terrors that I bore
The Heavens in my womb.
.
Had I not found content among the snows
Every common woman knows,
Chimney corner, garden walk,
or Rocky cistern where we tread the clothes
and gather all the talk?
.
What is this flesh I purchased with my pains,
This fallen star my milk sustain,
This love that makes my heart's blood stop
or strikes a sudden chill into my bones
And bids my hair stand up?

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