IBH English taught me to love Yeats' poetry. It taught me many things truth be known. Today I am tortured by having learned of Yeats; having learned and accepted his theory of cycles.
Today a dreaded cycle has seem to have insidiously returned. For again, I am waiting in silence. This silence is not deafening though, this time around, it is accompanied by the dripping of blood.
Yet again, a slouching beast returns to be birthed.
