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I'm not in the habit of putting published words up on the net, but I found these were not to be cited elsewhere over the wires.

Larry was big on this poem. When I was in Ireland I memorized it.

William Butler Yeats
Crazy Jane Talks with the Bishop
1933

I met the Bishop on the road
And much said he and I.
"Those breasts are flat and fallen now,
Those veins must soon be dry;
Live in a heavenly mansion,
Not in some foul sty."

"Fair and foul are near of kin,
And fair needs foul," I cried.
"My friends are gone, but that's a truth
Nor grave nor bed denied,
Learned in bodily lowliness
And in the heart's pride.

"A woman can be proud and stiff
When on love intent;
But Love has pitched his mansion in
The place of excrement;
For nothing can be sole or whole
That has not been rent."


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