Weapon of Mass Delusion: Reconciliation
Some may have blamed you that you took away
The verses that could move them on the day
When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind
With lightning, you went from me, and I could find
Nothing to make a song about but kings,
Helmets, and swords, and half-forgotten things
That were like…
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Weapon of Mass Delusion: Reconciliation
Some may have blamed you that you took away
The verses that could move them on the day
When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind
With lightning, you went from me, and I could find
Nothing to make a song about but kings,
Helmets, and swords, and half-forgotten things
That were like…
(Source: mine-isthefury)
Posted 1 year ago & Filed under yeats, lit, poetry, love poems, rerouting to the classics, ugh this poem gives me so many stevie/xabi feels, 3 notes
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