W. B. Yeats - Reflection, Naming the Unnameable

Photo: Mitch Birnbaum Initiation and Reconciliation Feathered God, ancient knowing let me drink again at The Hawk’s Well. Sandra Hughes, “The Hawk”, 1992 Where will I find the words to tell this story? I meet in a house with fourteen others. We sit at a table with books in hand to read aloud and discuss plays, poetry, essays and autobiographical excerpts written by a man dead for seventy- two years – a Nobel prize-winning Irishman who passed away before all but one of us was born. Each time we meet the need to marry my thoughts with those of the deceased in an alchemical process that renders a whole that is more than the sum of its parts consumes me. I find I’m elated then dismayed by what I have in common with William Butler Yeats. It’s an intimate and, at times, painful experience that consistently requires acknowledgement of how deeply Yeats speaks to and of me. At its core ...