One

March 14 2008

“For one throb of the Artery,
While on that old grey stone I sat
Under the old wind-broken tree,
I knew that One is animate
Mankind inanimate phantasy.”

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Yeats, A Meditation in Time of War (whole poem). November 9 1914.

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