Me second attempt at reading poetry, to be sure.

Here is my second stab at William Butler Yeats (his poetry, not the man—for Pete’s sake—the man’s dead already!).  This one is entitled, “Ephemera.”  It was a new one for me, not an old friend like The Host of the Air, so I had to work at this one a bit.  In each of these poems, however, I tripped up on at least one word, but neither time did it justify another attempt.

Next time I’ll choose another poet, Dylan Thomas, or perhaps Poe (Poe is an old friend of mine—we go way back—bwa-ha-ha-ha!).

In any case, I hope you enjoy it just a wee bit.

Ephemera
By William Butler Yeats

Read by Horton Deakins