As Yeats put it in his poem,
The Land of Heart’s Desire (1894)
there is an imaginary land
“Where nobody gets old
and bitter of tongue.”
Well, Lord, I don’t believe
such a place exists, so
I know I’m going to get old,
but please save me from
having a bitter tongue.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2018
William Butler Yeats
[1865-1939]
The Land of Heart’s Desire (1894)
p. 12
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