Celebrating Yeats

So I still haven’t managed to put my Ronan Farrow crush into words and that’s probably for the best, but here we are on the eve of Yeats’s birthday and he was my first crush. How could I not fall in love with his poetry? I wasn’t the only one who loved him; Yeats is considered a central figure in Irish literature.

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
– W.B. Yeats “When You Are Old”

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