Now that my ladder’s gone,
W.B. Yeats, The Circus Animals’ Desertion
I must lie down where all the ladders start,
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.
Now that my ladder’s gone,
W.B. Yeats, The Circus Animals’ Desertion
I must lie down where all the ladders start,
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.
