Dame, public way dublin transla...

Dame, public way dublin

translated by dint of Rosmarie Waldrop


"the wild swans at coole"
--WB Yeats

and, wild-swans the morning
at bewley's flurries
yet tea in our words
yet light in the bag
l'ile joyeuse not
asunderjoined at the same time
intertwined

wishes, pres the be motionless key
mornings at bewley's
of celtic twilight
don't the waiters
crunch yeats into our feathers
ears cloyed of wind
and question particles

but language
mornings at bewley's
it wanted it knew
it took me I'll propose
your stick in my inlet
didn't keep me back as far as you
craned your neck