Fixation On Blue
in kandinsky's* quest
to catch st. george
he knew
blue was best.
and can we not
still hear yeats#
tap tap tapping
from tombstone-
cast cold eye
on life on death?
so who am i
to dispute
such wisdom,
being
in effect
in complete
agreement with it?
*Wassily Kandinsky (1866 - 1944)
#W. B. Yeats (1865 - 1939)
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the blows cast on our house, our pride, a clone.
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With old mill boards and sea-green slates,
And smithy work from the Gort forge,
Restored this tower for my wife George;
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So many people only live for fame
In hope that after death they'll be remembered
And that others will pay homage to their name.
Oh Mr Yeats you said in death there's beauty
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For such will be useless to me when I'm dead.
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W b yeats couldnt save
Why did you stand here
Were you sickened in time
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Why did you sit here?
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