The west of Ireland is Europe’s last stop. To Yeats it was a kind of lost Eden of myth and legend, the green land of heart’s desire in opposition to the gray pavements of the crowded, fallen, modern cities to … Continue reading
The west of Ireland is Europe’s last stop. To Yeats it was a kind of lost Eden of myth and legend, the green land of heart’s desire in opposition to the gray pavements of the crowded, fallen, modern cities to … Continue reading