Enfold me in my hour of hours,
sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn,
the love I lived, the dream I knew.
The true faith discovered was
the south wind brought it longing,
and the east wind despair,
the west wind made it pitiful,
and the north wind afraid.
A man in his own secret meditation,
I leave both faith and pride,
somewhere among the clouds above
we had fed the heart on fantasies,
and think it is no shame,
I thought it out this very day,
what did we remember
every touch they give,
for my dreams of your image that blossoms
a rose in the deeps of my heart.
Author notes
W.B. Yeats Cento
The Secret Rose................................First part line 2
Into The Twilight...............................Line 4
To Ireland in the coming......................Line 34
Wisdom...........................................Line 1
Owen Aherne and his dancers...............Lines 5,6
Nineteen Hundred and nineteen III ........Line 11
The Tower III....................................Line 53
An Irishman Forsees his Death...............Line 2
The State's Nest by My Window.............Line 16
The Songs to the one burden................Line 4
Those Dancing Days are Gone................Line 17
Love's Lonliness.................................Line 9
Her Anxiety......................................Line 10
The Lover tells of the rose in his heart....Line 8
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love the poem especially the way u used the four winds
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Wonderful
What a great write to enter. So very well penned. Best of luck in the contest. -
very eleagant and i really like the imagery used thank you for entering the contest and good luck in it as well
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always amazing!!!
you my friend always write such elegant poems.
this one spoke to my heart.
bless you
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Excellent
Wow, you are so gifted at these. Another amazing cento. Thank you for sharing.
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I love your Centos and I don't know anyone who can do them better. I'm always amazed at the reasearch that you put into them Bravo!
Love,
Amera
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HOW cleverly done.....
the woven words of Yeats
strung like pearls..carefully adorned.
Clever, clever!
ears/Seattle
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beautifully and masterfully written my dear Sis. such wonderment and grace flows from your poetic pen when you write these. well done and many blessings always xxxx
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