I am at Dancing Moon Books in Raleigh today from 11:30am to 6pm (so if you had a too-brief reading with me last night, come by and let’s go deeper).
Then off I go for a bit. See you in a week or so.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
~ from The Stolen Child, by W.B. Yeats