Eleanor/Quotes

From Masq
"The dreaming bones cry out
Because the night wind blows,
And Heaven is a cloudy blot.
Calamity can have its fling."
W.B. Yeats

"So no longer / Will I
Lay down / Lay dead
Play this / Kneel down
Gun-shy Martyr / Pitiful
I rose, I roared."
Rose, a perfect circle