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Auden, W H - In Memory of W B Yeats
Identifier
000387
Type of Spiritual Experience
Background
A description of the experience
In Memory of W B Yeats
You were silly like us; your gift survived it all:
The parish of rich women, physical decay,
Yourself. Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.
Now Ireland has her madness and her weather still,
For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives
In the valley of its making where executives
Would never want to tamper, flows on south
From ranches of isolation and the busy griefs,
Raw towns that we believe and die in; it survives,
A way of happening, a mouth.
The source of the experience
Auden, W HConcepts, symbols and science items
Concepts
Symbols
Science Items
Activities and commonsteps
Activities
Overloads
Unrequited loveSuppressions
Communing with natureLOVE
Love with visualisation
Reducing threats
Squash the big I am