Scattered LoveShe entered the house like a shadow She was like a divine elixir: one drop for each of my thoughts. I could feel the breath of the warrior, the Queen of Ireland, and it intoxicated me with the wind of hope, like noble wine. She is Maud Gonne, the muse of writer William Butler Yeats. Yeats here returns as a ghost, having been buried in southern France in January 1939 at Roquebrune Cap Martin. Ten years later his remains are repatriated to Ireland. He

conveyed with the perception and ease of an after-dinner speaker and raconteur

one’s  mind always seems to turn to the “gentle  mask” placed over the “severe ossature” that has been immortalized in John Minihan’s  photographs

she was continually confronted with the Holocaust

Tt stands as a vivid

won through assiduous courtship

Ostensibly chronological

His abortive political career deserves renewed attention

and scrupulous scholarship

governments around the world have made economic growth their primary focus in the belief that by baking the biggest national cake

‘With forty pounds he went back to England

writing with heightened appreciation of the beauties of his eyrie using only one eye and one finger

On 11 September 1697