yeats mademoiselle But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone, My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone. 050323 ... mon uow rewritten 050323 ... mon uow in 2001 i dedicated a part of my website (gone now) to yeats,... i typed out one na my copies of his 'complete poetry',...a bit each day until it was done. yes. it was dumb of me, and exhausting. but was a good way to reread him and was good typing practice. and i decorated the pages all fancy with faeries and pictures of yeats, maud gonne and lady gregory. and it was pretty. but i deleted it all. i read some of him when i was quite a bit younger, but didn't get really into reading him until i was about 17 or so,...i took him to the beach a lot then,...so my main copy is a bit beach-weathered. i should visit with him again. 050323 ... mademoiselle would love to have seen the site. I know I heard 'He Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven' as a child, but did not find him properly until a few years back. there are so many snatches of his poetry I half-knew, and have come to love in their entirety. ah, Yeats. a terrible beauty is born. 050324 what's it to you? who go blather from