YEATS' LEGACY

His theatrical
urban eyes redden
when he is bed ridden
for behind his Celtic
forbidden winding vision
opens a cyclic immortality
as this critic says
"a clever poet's hands breath
glows on his words
and will never fail
in a metamorphosis
to atone for human kind
nor will his Gaelic dream,''
Yeats cannot shed his wish
for an Irish republic
even as his cult of personality
still rises by the misty lake
reflected his humanity
as a bird awakes
over Innisfree's paradise
rising above nature's miracles
by a lone selfish Adamic tree
searching for Eve,
let love arise by his bones
and be Yeats' legacy
we who believe
there is no death
in the wise.