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'Literarischer Handlungsort'

[...] The little narrow trodden way that runs
From the white road to the Abbey of Corcomroe
Is covered up; and all about the hills
Are like a circle of agate or of jade.
Somewhere among great rocks on the scarce grass
Birds cry, they cry their loneliness.
Even the sunlight can be lonely here,
Even hot noon is lonely. [...]

From: The Dreaming of the Bones
by W. B. Yeats 1919

"I went into the hazel #wood because a fire was in my head," said the Irish poet, adjusting his round-rimmed glasses. "But I ended up wandering through hollow lands and hilly lands."

"Woods, eh? I went walking in a yellow one, myself," said the American poet. "My problem was which path to follow. I chose the less travelled one."

"Did you happen to pluck the silver apples of the moon or the golden apples of the sun?"

"'Fraid not."

Useless quote for 24 Mar:

"One day when I was twenty-three or twenty-four this sentence seemed to form in my head, without my willing it, much as sentences form when we are half-asleep:
'Hammer your thoughts into unity.' "

~ William Butler Yeats, 1919

#UselessQuote #WilliamButlerYeats WBYeats

Link to source:
archive.org/details/ifiwerefou

Internet ArchiveIf I were four-and-twenty : Yeats, W. B. (William Butler), 1865-1939 : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive67 p. 22 cm