Death for only one

© Jack Yeats, broer van, Death for only one, 1937



Cast a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by !

(W.B. Yeats, uit : under Ben Bulben)

Will I ever

© Jack Yeats



One leg before the other,
will I ever stop walking
away ? Mother ? Will I ever
stop fearing why

there was a cat and a cage and
a rock-solid eye that
kept faith although you
touched falcons

attacking little birds in flight
Will I ever try
and reach out without
inscriptions, mother ?

Mother ?