Of poetry. I've read all of Yeats 1,400 times. "The Winding Stair" confronts the desire to destroy the noble or excellent, and it tells us to "cast out remorse," tells us how necessary that is:
I am content to follow to its source
Every event in action or in thought;
Measure the lot; forgive myself the lot!
When such as I cast out remorse
So great a sweetness flows into the breast
We must laugh and we must sing,
We are blest by everything,
Everything we look upon is blest.
from The New York Times: Robert Bly: By the Book
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