In honor of today’s World Cup final, I am posting a photo I took of W.H. Auden’s poem “In Memory of W. B. Yeats” while in Rio last year.
I love the line that goes: “Poetry makes nothing happen.” It is, somehow, true. But then, somehow, it’s not.
Read Rio de Janeiro, Sept 2013
A shot of what’s left on my bookshelves. Needless to say, the
The passage above is found on page 22 of my edition of