The Spirit Medium

William Butler Yeats

POETRY, music, I have loved, and yet
Because of those new dead
That come into my soul and escape
Confusion of the bed,
Or those begotten or unbegotten
Perning in a band,
<1I bend my body to the spade
Or grope with a dirty hand.>1
Or those begotten or unbegotten,
For I would not recall
Some that being unbegotten
Are not individual,
But copy some one action,
Moulding it of dust or sand,
<1I bend my body to the spade
Or grope with a dirty hand.>1
An old ghost's thoughts are lightning,
To follow is to die;
Poetry and music I have banished,
But the stupidity
Of root, shoot, blossom or clay
Makes no demand.
<1I bend my body to the spade
Or grope with a dirty hand.>1

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