Here's a short Yeats poem to write lots of English papers about. You could write a whole life to this poem, actually. Poor Willie, spent his whole life trapped in unrequited love for Maud Gonne. And he still had decades more torture to go when he wrote this poem. I guess it helped him write some great poems, but did he live a half-life? I hope there were "others", as he says, or else he doomed himself. Well, this poem blows my mind nohow. --Ari A Deep-Sworn Vow Others because you did not keep That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine; Yet always when I look death in the face, When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, Suddenly I meet your face. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------