Poetry

A Few Stanzas from W.H. Auden’s “In Memory of W.B. Yeats”

Follow, poet, follow right To the bottom of the night, With your unconstraining voice Still […]

David Zahl / 9.2.15

Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice;

With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress;

In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountain start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.

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