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Sunday, June 04, 2006

My Aunty Cath

ALL the heavy days are over;
Leave the body’s coloured pride
Underneath the grass and clover,
With the feet laid side by side.

Bathed in flaming founts of duty
She’ll not ask a haughty dress;
Carry all that mournful beauty
To the scented oaken press.

Did the kiss of Mother Mary
Put that music in her face?
Yet she goes with footstep wary,
Full of earth’s old timid grace.
’Mong the feet of angels seven
What a dancer glimmering!
All the heavens bow down to Heaven,
Flame to flame and wing to wing.
By William Butler Yeats


Blogger Davo said...

Interesting. Nice to see that you are still alive and posting.

Monday, 05 June, 2006  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

it doesn't get much better than yeats does it?

welcome back by the way.

Monday, 05 June, 2006  
Blogger Kristi said...

what happened to your aunt CAth?
Did she pass on......
maybe I'm reading into things

Thursday, 08 June, 2006  
Blogger Mother Damnable said...

Hiya Sweet hearts,

I am well and happy thank you :>)

Aunty Cath has been falling down a lot, she has finally been diagnosed as having suffered a serious of small strokes, unfortunately she has suffered brain damage because of the strokes and now has dimentia :>(

However in herself she is happy and suffers no pain.

I love this poem as it reminds me of her so much, it's called "The Countess Cathleen in Paradise"

Friday, 09 June, 2006  

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