Friday, June 10, 2011

A Poem...

To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing
 
Now all the truth is out,
Be secret and take defeat,
From any brazen throat,
For how can you compete,
Being honour bred, with one
Who, were it proved he lies,
Were neither shamed in his own
Nor in his neighbours' eyes?
Bred to a harder thing
Than triumph, turn away
And like a laughing string
Whereon mad fingers play
Amid a place of stone, 
Be secret and exult,
Because of all things known
That is most difficult. 

~William Butler Yeats~

Kind how i'm feeling right now about my own personal work... *sighs*

Enjoy and comment or e-mail your thoughts...

XOXO
C

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