Marcia, my humble submission is that if one came upon these lines
inscribed upon a stone in a desert, they would compel reflection in the
poetic minded. That alone is my justification for such a poetic enterprise,
your valid points notwithstanding.

--- On Sun, 6/28/09, Marcia Karp <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
Don't you hear how your extract is incomplete.  I don't understand what you mean by a valid point


Chokh Raj wrote:
Do you want to say, Marcia, that the lines I have quoted make sense only in the context of the whole stanza or, for that matter, only in the context of the whole poem? If that were so, I would not have quoted them. But for me they, by themselves, make a valid point even out of their immediate context.

--- On Sun, 6/28/09, Marcia Karp [log in to unmask]" target=_blank rel=nofollow ymailto="mailto:[log in to unmask]"><[log in to unmask]> wrote:
Why would you not quote the complete stanza.  Can't you feel how incomplete your extract is?  Yeats worked very hard to make a whole.  Be kind, CR in how you treat poems and parts of poems, please.


Chokh Raj wrote:
   Those masterful images because complete
   Grew in pure mind, but out of what began?
   A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street,
   Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,
   Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut
   Who keeps the till.
       -- W.B. Yeats, The Circus Animals' Desertion