"There's a Stone In My Heart": A Ritual Poem For Empowerment
So Then We Have Not Yet Begun by Dihya Lwiz from Algeria
My favorite line in this W.B. Yeats Poem is, ’till they come where your sad, sad heart is’. His poetry is always a pleasant read!
Think of it this way: imagine a sea voyage. You have drawn the boat up on the shingle for the night. The water is barely luminous. Someone points into the gloom. On the far hill they are burning crofts. The rain comes on again, but softly, to preserve the sanctity of desecration. You stand watching …