By Sunil Sharma Even in your long absence--- I hear daily your musical voice! The multi-coloured jingle of the bangles And the silver anklets Your laughter lingers On summer nights. I smell the perfume you wear To your work daily. As I drift finally Into the land of beautiful gentle sleep After a long … Continue reading “A grass widower/lover writes”
Yeats, and why I choose to laugh
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan I got to be honest. I never liked Yeats. An Irishman who doesn’t dig Yeats, what sacrilege! Well, a Canadian-Irishman anyways. And maybe it is that geographical distance which allows for a more honest literary distance as well. Yeats always seemed so sad to me; the eternal victim covering himself in … Continue reading Yeats, and why I choose to laugh
