An Ode To Yeats - Brian McSweeney

[Larry Robinson]

An Ode To Yeats

 

I suppose that’s one reason for death

To take the I out of its sentence,

To relinquish the body and the breath

To extinguish a rhymer’s repentance,

An association to a poem of Lawrence

A keen fixation with the rhyme scheme

My hoping to be reborn Irish dream

To thrill in the lilting stream of Her voice.

The utter certainty that an old man’s hot blood

Will insure the dawn’s passion is anything but cold;

Such assurance at death’s expense be it told

The young men clamoured for that poet of old.

 

 
	- Brian McSweeney