Saturday, 18 May 2013

Janus-faced love


"The folly that man does
Or must suffer, if he woos
A proud woman not kindred of his soul."

W.B. Yeats, A Dialogue of Self and Soul, in The Winding Stairs and Other Poems (1933).



True indeed, but far worse are those woes, madder are the throes and the folly that one does, if the proud woman is kindred of one's soul.

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