“Minute by minute they live:
The stone's in the midst of all.”

— W.B. Yeats , book Michael Robartes and the Dancer

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Michael Robartes and the Dancer (1921), Easter, 1916 http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1477/

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Irish poet and playwright 1865–1939

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