And Susan – however do you manage to pick up more in my poems than I wrote! A lot of the words were very deliberate, but I never ever thought of the cloth of stone as being Yeats’ grave itself; I was just thinking of the memorial.

Just realised I took poetic license because the statue isn’t exactly on its knees, once I look at the photo. It was in my memory though, which is what I was originally working from…

Don’t think I know the spot as well as Ken does, but I have been there several times, often taking visitors there, and always loving it all over again. You captured it beautifully here, especially picking up on his own line of -cloths of heaven-, to see him lying beneath a cloth of earth and stone.

So, perhaps a title that uses that image?

Cloth of Heaven ~ Cloth of Stone

or something similar.
Thanks for sharing it anyhow, it’s lovely.
And I’m glad you’re posting again!

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It’s a place I know very well. I would suggest Drumcliffe Sonnet.

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