caw, caw
a crow feather, picked from under the yew trees by the churchyard wall, looking out to Ben Bulben.
the thought of Yeats’ eternal rest amid that unremitting caw-cawing.
a crow feather, picked from under the yew trees by the churchyard wall, looking out to Ben Bulben.
the thought of Yeats’ eternal rest amid that unremitting caw-cawing.