Photo by S.W. Cosgrove
My best buddy Jack, whose motto is: no stick too big!
Jack
Month: March 2021
Horseman, pass by
Cast a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!
William Butler Yeats is buried in the Protestant churchyard at Drumcliff, Co. Sligo, Ireland.
He directed the following epitaph be inscribed on his gravestone.
Cast a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!
These are the final lines in his poem, Under Ben Bulben. Nearby are Benbulben mountain and the ancient cross by the road that were mentioned by Yeats in the poem.
Under Ben Bulben
By William Butler Yeats
I
Swear by what the Sages spoke
Round the Mareotic Lake
That the Witch of Atlas knew,
Spoke and set the cocks a-crow.
Swear by those horsemen, by those women,
Complexion and form prove superhuman,
That pale, long visaged company
That airs an immortality
Completeness of their passions won;
Now they ride the wintry dawn
Where Ben Bulben sets the scene.
Here’s the gist of what they mean.
II
Many times man lives and dies
Between his…
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Ocean storm
Photo and text by S.W. Cosgrove
There’s a hush in the gloaming
as black clouds move in from the west
You don’t need a weatherman to see this storm coming
One last walk on the beach
But don’t tarry
– S.W. Cosgrove
Still water reflects
Photo and text by S.W. Cosgrove
still water reflects
light dancing on the surface
but look just below
Evening’s ebb tide at Iron Springs
Text and photo by S.W. Cosgrove
Evening’s ebb tide at Iron Springs
pulls the Pacific Ocean waters back into its infinite bosom,
etching paths in the dun sands
as I watch from above
SW COSGROVE 