“Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?”
— W. B. Yeats, No Second Troy
Upon first impression he struck
her like a match… incendiary, consuming.
She was drawn yet cautious, having
been burned by several iced “lovers,”
who sought to conquer but not save.
From the tower she’d built to isolate
her passion from being besieged
recklessly, she focused her glass
…and toasted him from afar.
* — pyr (fire) + lysis (a loosening, setting free)
Written in response to Jane Dougherty’s, A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty Nine. This quote was too good to resist!
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