After Yeats
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Shalom Freedman
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AFTER YEATS
An old man is a broken string
Playing a creaky shattered note
And every song he tries to see
A sadness instrumentally.
So what he finally dares to hope
As the music of his soul
His prayer upon pathetic beats
Deaf Drumming Divine Harmony.
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