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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Robert W. King

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On Reading Yeats

In Iowa City, on the white bedroom wall
of a girl who wanted me that night because
I had red hair, was a line of Yeats, blue cursive.

Although neither of us had promised
anything—indeed, had promised nothing
I thought I'd never forget that line.

Now I have gray hair, sleep between white walls
with nothing written on them, and sleep well.
I'm sure it was Yeats. You don't forget a thing like that.