Canto XXXII of Inferno
I recognized a song lyric in the Yeats poem. It’s in the song “Bloodless” by Andrew Bird. It’s a cool song:
“Well, the best lack all conviction
And the worst keep sharpening their claws
They're peddling in their dark fictions
While what's left of us, well, we just hem and we haw.”
I recognized a song lyric in the Yeats poem. It’s in the song “Bloodless” by Andrew Bird. It’s a cool song:
“Well, the best lack all conviction
And the worst keep sharpening their claws
They're peddling in their dark fictions
While what's left of us, well, we just hem and we haw.”