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Monday Quote

The Years like great black oxen tread the world,

And God the herdsman goads them on behind,

And I am broken by their passing feet. 


~ W.B. Yeats, "The Countess Cathleen"


He wrote this when he was in his mid-twenties. How much more he would be feeling it 4 decades later. Or maybe not? Maybe age is most oppressive when we are young & don't know how much we'll get. 

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