. . . And if Maud Gonne would speak what would she say?

. . . Would she write poetry to Yeats or say that like the Rose she feels Nõ love?

. . . Is she a-mused or certainly Nõt a-mused? Writing poetry to the ghost of Gonne,

. . . the ghost of Maud that was always gone and never in love with Yeats, /

. . . it was as if Yeats was writing to a-muse the Rose that would not speak,

. . . writing to an eternal space or void, the undisclosed Earth or ground

. . . that would forever silently echo back his own passion for transcendent beauty

. . . while the reality of thorns would always tear at his articulating heart.

. . . Like the silent Rose, the Earth "resists all disclosure as the undisclosable

. . . self-inclosed concealment" (Versenyi, 97). Here i find myself like Yeats

. . . riding/writing upon the mythopoeic Railway Lines while the silent Rose blooms

. . . and still moving i understand Nõ thing except that the Rose does Nõt

. . . nor can ever know or love this human heart articulating.

. . . For certain i love to write to the Rose upon Railway Lines.