Read todayâs #inspirationalpoem. THERE IS HERE For WB Yeats Our hearts of old were hearts of flame that from an ancient sunlight came, through drops of mirroring joy that fell into the moonâs pale silver shell. (But here hearts cry that hearts are slaves, and toss and turn in narrow caves.) Sit where there is no pain nor death, beneath our soft, bare-breathing breath, for there is here, and here is there, so long as moon reflects sun's glare. (Sooth hearts that cry hearts are enslaved. evoke the joy their cravings crave.) Our task is to succumb, accept the mystery of death and breath. Know how pale moon reflects sun's glare: that darkest night holds both with care. (Then heart can feel how heart is saved and fly free of its thought-hewn cave.) âŞď¸Â đđđšâ¤ď¸ âŞď¸ Get your #freebook of #inspirationalpoetry and find out about Ornaâs #poetrymembers at: OrnaRoss.com/freepoetry âŞď¸Â đđđšâ¤ď¸ âŞď¸ Image reposted with thanks from @midnight_venture âŞď¸âŞď¸  #poetrylovers #poetryisnotdead #poetryislife #poetryislove #wordpower #amwritingpoetry #indiepoetry #irishpoetry #inspirationalpoetry #poetrybooks #irishpoetrylovers #poet #irishpoet #irishpoetry #poetrybooks #chapbooks (at St Leonards-on-sea) https://www.instagram.com/p/CT9ajKnojSj/?utm_medium=tumblr













