Black & White Tuesday- in an Irish cemetery….

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… The church…

On the journey of Ireland in 2006 we stopped at a cemetery just past Sligo at Drumcliff.

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… and the cross…

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…in the poet’s poem…

ImageThe poet W.B. Yeats- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/W._B._Yeats

A Drinking Song

WINE comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

W.B Yeats

And the poem on his grave-

Under bare Ben Bulben’s head
In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.
An ancestor was rector there
Long years ago, a church stands near,
By the road an ancient cross.

No marble, no conventional phrase;
On limestone quarried near the spot
By his command these words are cut:

Cast a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!

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