So what you see may not be
what I see & what I saw may not be the same
as what I said I saw, see/saw...nor
hear/heard. I heard that Yeats, too,
played the telephone game.
Once, from the smoke of a pub
in Ben Bulben, these words:
And what cuffed priest,
his flower bloomed down in the past,
crouches in the buttonwood
to be horned?

Gerald Fleming
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