I’ve looked back at each of the poems and poets we’ve gone over this semester, and I find myself captured by Yeats’ words in “Adam’s Curse:”
We sat grown quiet at the name of love.
We saw the last embers of daylight die
And in the trembling blue-green of the sky
A moon, worn as if it had been a shell
Washed by time’s waters as they rose and fell
About the stars and broke in days and years.
This is just a beautiful image. I can see the friends growing quiet after an intense conversation regarding poetry and crafting line by line. The hill – the sky – the quiet yet comfortable silence between them just lingers in my mind.