I have long loved the poems by the Irish poet W.B.Yeats and had been chewing over the possibility of making one of my hand made books illustrating a portion of his magical output. I remember my first reading of one of his poems when I was a schoolgirl, and was captivated by the musicality , drawn by the melancholic undertones which so mirror my own natural character. He makes the act of yearning beautiful. I do not want to analyse or dissect, I simply want to stand and hear the beauty of the words. I do not know really, much about the man – it will make him too real when his legacy is one of magic and dreamtime. There is so much reality, and as Eliot said, we really cannot stand too much.
I made this for myself, hoping it would delight others too – if it does then I will make one for you too.