WBYeats on NOT making IT in this world, being meant to console me and thee and anyone else who is needy in this regard

[Frances Morey]

Yes, my dear friend Michael,
You occasionally do come through with a rare jewel plucked from your intellectual cache, which I admire. Thank U for these timely words of wisdom a la Yeats...
FM

On Sat 08/07, Michael Eisenstadt <michaele@HotPOP.com> wrote:
From: Michael Eisenstadt 
To: austin-ghetto-list@pairlist.net, byronmarshall2001@yahoo.com, marie@inside-crew.net
Date: Sat, 7 Aug 2004 10:09:41 -0600

Subject: WBYeats on NOT making IT in this world, being meant to console me and thee and anyone else who is needy in this regard

To a Friend whose Work has come to Nothing 

NOW all the truth is out, 
Be secret and take defeat 
>From any brazen throat, 
For how can you compete, 
Being honour bred, with one         
Who, were it proved he lies, 
Were neither shamed in his own 
Nor in his neighbours' eyes? 
Bred to a harder thing 
Than Triumph, turn away  
And like a laughing string 
Whereon mad fingers play 
Amid a place of stone, 
Be secret and exult, 
Because of all things known  
That is most difficult.

Consolation well taken,
Frances

Thought for the day: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.