two poets i know, you being one and the other john bennett of ellensburg, wa the old vagabond man i first met in mid60’s, come to me in the picture of a wounded ruby. stigmata? something saintly and of a terrible beauty. (maybe i read too much yeats in my teens — oh yes.) edward mycue
Is it even possible to read too much Yeats in one’s teens, Ed?
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