Yeats: A Coat

I made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heal to throat
But the fools caught it
Wore it in the world’s eyes
As though they’d wrought it
Song, let them take it
For there’s more enterprise
In walking naked

I suppose there is a certain amount of ‘walking naked’ that you do when you write a blog. The blogs where the truth is told unselfconsciously are the ones that I go back to and read and read again, and that is what I’ve tried to do here but I’ve got out of the habit of it, a bit, I think.

Today is the first day back at my writing desk for a while. I suppose I have been on holiday. For most people, a holiday is where they go for peace and quiet, rest from a busy life. But for me it’s the other way around. It’s quiet and still and I like it, back at my desk.