Her Anxiety by William Butler Yeats Earth in beauty dressed Awaits returning spring. All true love must die, Alter at the best Into some lesser thing. Prove that I lie. Such body lovers have, Such exacting breath, That they touch or sigh. Every touch they give, Love is nearer death. Prove that I lie.
Cover art by Ginger Kelly I wanted to find a poem that spoke to the earthy sensory experience and of the feeling of Spring. For me, Spring is the smell of dirt and cut grass, of magnolias and lilacs. And I feel just like the plants, newly emerging and learning what it is to grow
The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los: And every space that a man views around his dwelling-place Standing on his own roof or in his garden on a mount Of twenty-five cubits in height, such space is his universe: And on its verge the sun rises and sets, the clouds