"And one by one..."

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Three more W. B. Yeats pictures, from photos I found on Google photos ...

For some reason, I couldn't be as free and easy with Yeats as I was with Whitman--maybe it was just the hats or that wonderful face hair that made Whitman so much easier to let go with. And Whitman's image is somewhat iconic, I guess; I don't think I'd ever looked at Yeats so much.

This photo of an older Yeats, which you may be familiar with, is really wonderful and I didn't do it justice here: I didn't get the beauty in his face. Amazing what a few small "misses" can do to the overall effect--I made the face too wide, I think, or maybe it's not long enough, but, worse, I lost that lovely pouty lower lip. I really like the way his lower juts out: sensuous or just pugnacious? It appeals to me either way!

It's a great photo though, and no doubt I'll try it again sometime.

THE OLD MEN ADMIRING THEMSELVES IN THE WATER
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

HEARD the old, old men say,
'Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away.'
They had hands like claws, and their knees
Were twisted like the old thorn-trees
By the waters.
'All that's beautiful drifts away
Like the waters.'