Cruellest Month #30: The Second Coming


30 Days of Poetry Audio reaches ends and Dom has the last word. With some help from Yeats.

You can download it directly here and a unique feed is here.

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  • Thanks for the kind words. The ending of this poem was really tough on me. Some of my attempts featured elaborate swearing in several languages.

  • *nods in understanding* It’s always more satisfying to swear in several languages–the incisive brevity of the French, wed to the guttural brutality of the Old English… It is a thing of beauty and purified pique.

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