beautiful lofty things

yeats and morning music from a surprise mix-tape from sweet friend with pretty music and hot chocolate, obscured from the too-bright sun

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THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling she knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.

yeats, a crazed girl

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the calendar was the saddest thing
that I ever read

beulah, i'll be your lampshade

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THE LOVER TELLS OF THE ROSE IN HIS HEART

ALL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out
and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lum-
bering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the
wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the
deeps of my heart.

The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great
to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll
apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like
a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in
the deeps of my heart.

yeats, from the wind among the reeds

yeats can make you cry.