12 Şubat 2009 Perşembe

sailing to byzantium

sages standing in god's holy fire
as in the gold mosaic of a wall
come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
and be the singing-masters of my soul.
consume my heart away; sick with desire
and fastened to a dying animal
it knows not what it is; and gather me
into the artifice of eternity.