MAN

O rocky voice
Shall we in that great night rejoice?
What do we know but that we face
One another in this place?
But hush, for I have lost the theme,
Its joy or night seem but a dream;
Up there some hawk or owl has struck
Dropping out of sky or rock,
A stricken rabbit is crying out
And its cry distracts my thought.

— lines 37-46

Edward Steichen (Portrait photograph)

Edward Steichen’s William B. Yeats (1932)

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