Elaine Cunningham

“When you are old and grey and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep”
― W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

“I will make rigid my roots and branches. It is not now my turn to burst into leaves and flowers.”
― W.B. Yeats, The Celtic Twilight

“O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?”
― W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats