Poems About William Butler Yeats by Top Critiquers

The clock strikes twelve and I spring up to write
Poetry after midnight –
Which seems like a symbolic and elaborate rite
As if being anointed by the muse.
And while sleep has alluded me
I can feel my thoughts begin to take flight,
The verses spread their wings like birds
And fly off into the dark in herds
Causing my heart to have a rebellious stir
When the dream seems to be devoid of light.
And that is how I have come to use
An accord of concrete and abstract words
Composing poems for an anthology
That takes me late into the...

( After William Butler Yeats
for WH Auden )
 
When I am gone, euthanized by days' end,    
My physical housing no longer apt; 
And you, by water's edge, grieving, enrapt    
Of moments, lingering as perfumed skin;  
   
Eyes reflect greyish waters of the stream,  
with teeth, white as river rock, sun-bleached  
Atop the sandy current's countenance;    
Flaxen hair, as sea grass in a marine,    
   
Waving; and amid the reflection see  
A clear resemblance: features that are yours,    
Drifting within...