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A COAT by W.B. Yeats
I made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat; but
the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world’s
eyes
As though they’d wrought
it.
Song, let them take it,
For there’s more
enterprise
In walking naked.
W.B. Yeats was fortunate to be born to some degree of
wealth from his mother, and a world of art, music, and poetry from father John
Butler Yeats. Surrounded by such AND not
having to worry about supporting himself, W.B. Yeats had freedom to develop his
poetry, as Ireland changed and yet
remained the same.
I hope you enjoyed this whimsy.
