Yeats, W B - Collected poems - Under blank eyes and fingers never still
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W B Yeats – Collected Poems
Under blank eyes and fingers never still
The particular is pounded till it is a man
When had I my own will?
O not since life began
Constrained, arraigned, baffled, bent and unbent
By these wire jointed jaws and limbs of wood
Knowing not evil and good
Obedient to some hidden magical breath
They do not even feel, so abstract are they
So dead beyond our death
Triumph that we obey.