Perhaps A Tribute
March 28, 2010
Our minds wander
to the land of cymbals and cigarettes
oh, this land of plenty has got
everything but that, it seems
The sweet smell of the sea breeze
and the thoughts of old Byzantium so
eerily close at hand.
As we drift ever farther,
black sea starts us sinking,
the aridity compromised only
by tall bottles of sweet red wine
Yeats would be ecstatic
March 28, 2010 at 8:21 pm
i was just tossing up between Hardy’s ‘The Darkling Thrush’ and Yeats’s ‘Sailing to Byzantium’ as essay topics. You have made up my mind
March 28, 2010 at 10:35 pm
Glad to have been of service.
March 29, 2010 at 5:34 am
i suppose it was an excellent tribute.
March 29, 2010 at 10:30 am
Maybe I appreciate that.