On being asked for a War Poem

30. On being asked for a War Poem

I THINK it better that in times like these
A poet keep his mouth shut, for in truth
We have no gift to set a statesman right;
He has had enough of meddling who can please
A young girl in the indolence of her youth,
Or an old man upon a winter’s night.

W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wild Swans at Coole. 1919.

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First six lines

of a poem by Peter Sirr beginning with two lines by André Breton

The wardrobe is filled with linen,
there are even moonbeams I can unfold.
The roof has slipped back on the gables
old trees march in from the cold.
The wardrobe is filled with linen,
the beds are slept in again.

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