• A living man is blind and drinks his drop. What matter if the ditches are impure? What matter if I live it all once more?

    William Butler Yeats: A living man is blind and drinks his drop.
What matter if the ditches are impure?
What matter if I live it all once more?
    William Butler Yeats (1962). “Poems of William Butler Yeats”, p.8, Hayes Barton Press