“Heaven blazing into the head:
Tragedy wrought to its uttermost.”

— W.B. Yeats

Last Poems (1936-1939)
Context: Heaven blazing into the head:
Tragedy wrought to its uttermost.
Though Hamlet rambles and Lear rages,
And all the drop-scenes drop at once
Upon a hundred thousand stages,
It cannot grow by an inch or an ounce.

Lapis Lazuli, st. 2

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Irish poet and playwright 1865–1939

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