<< Last evening, when listening to Paul Violi's friends and colleagues and students and admirers read his poems, I thought of the last two lines of Yeats's "The Municipal Gallery Revisited," and recited them in my capacity as MC of the memorial. Here are the culminating lines of Yeats's multi-part poem. DL
You that would judge me, do not judge alone
This book or that, come to this hallowed place
Where my friends’ portraits hang and look thereon;
Ireland’s history in their lineaments trace;
Think where man’s glory most begins and ends,
And say my glory was I had such friends.
William Butler Yeats >>
From the archive; first posted December 2, 2011
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