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- THE CIRCUS ANIMAL DESERTION
- I SOUGHT a theme and sought for it in vain,
- I sought it daily for six weeks or so.
- Maybe at last, being but a broken man,
- I must be satisfied with my heart, although
- Winter and summer till old age began
- My circus animals were all on show,
- Those stilted boys, that burnished chariot,
- Lion and woman and the Lord knows what.
- II
- What can I but enumerate old themes?
- First that sea-rider Oisin led by the nose
- Through three enchanted islands, allegorical dreams,
- Vain gaiety, vain battle, vain repose,
- Themes of the embittered heart, or so it seems,
- That might adorn old songs or courtly shows;
- But what cared I that set him on to ride,
- I, starved for the bosom of his faery bride?
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- And then a counter-truth filled out its play,
- i{The Countess Cathleen} was the name I gave it;
- She, pity-crazed, had given her soul away,
- But masterful Heaven had intetvened to save it.
- I thought my dear must her own soul destroy,
- So did fanaticism and hate enslave it,
- And this brought forth a dream and soon enough
- This dream itself had all my thought and love.
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- And when the Fool and Blind Man stole the bread
- Cuchulain fought the ungovernable sea;
- Heart-mysteries there, and yet when all is said
- It was the dream itself enchanted me:
- Character isolated by a deed
- To engross the present and dominate memory.
- players and painted stage took all my love,
- And not those things that they were emblems of.
- III
- Those masterful images because complete
- Grew in pure mind, but out of what began?
- A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street,
- Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,
- Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut
- Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone,
- I must lie down where all the ladders start
- In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.
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