Thursday, May 17, 2001

The Magi Comments

Rating: 4.0

NOW as at all times I can see in the mind's eye,
In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones
Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky
With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones,
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William Butler Yeats
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Kim Barney 26 December 2015

An enigmatic poem. Its meaning escapes the cerebrum and drifts away on the wind.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 26 December 2015

An excellent poem with deep meaning unfolded with the wonders of life. Thanks for sharing.

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Edward Kofi Louis 26 December 2015

Nature! With the mystery of life. Nice work.

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William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats

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