Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing. – William Butler Yeats I know true is an absolute term (Damn you, Mr Dickens), but if I could, I would say that’s the truest thing I’ve read in a long, long time.
This is my favourite poem. I love it. The story is sad, the sound amazing. I love the ambiguity of everything “The years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.” An Irish Airman Forsees His Death by WB Yeats I know that […]