Yeats

This is the morning of my great departure. Wife and child yet slumber. I ought to be packing my things. The blog, though, beckons to me. Post something, post something, post something, it cries like some rare jungle bird.

I shall inform you then, O reader, of the purpose of my voyage. I go to Ireland in order to study the work and life of William Butler Yeats. Do you not know Yeats? Check this site. Yeats is considered by many to be one of the greatest poets of the 20th century. He was certainly a master of verse and was able to adapt to "modernism" in poetry (Ezra Pound was his secretary for a while). In addition, he was an odd duck spiritually and in his personal relationships.

I consider myself blessed by the power that moves the great wheels in the sky that I am able to attend. What a boon following my fledgling attempts at my own poetic compositions in New Jersey. Now I study a master!

Yet I hesitate to leave wife and child. They are dear to me and the prospect of a month without them is sorrowful. Such is life, O readers, such is life.

With trust in the great maker of this verse we call the world I set out for Patrick's home, the emerald isle. Wish me luck.