Inspiration from beyond the grave ....of W.B.Yeats

The wind and rain are howling outside the walls of this ancient castle, nestled among the green moss-covered ruins and rolling hills of Sligo. I have found inspiration far away from the confines of scholastic endeavours,  but not enough inspiration to read the 'Introduction to marketing' textbook... just enough to sit down and convey my thoughts through this blog.
Under the shadow of Benbulben, at the western tip of county Sligo, in a quiet church graveyard,  sits a simple and understated grey tombstone that marks the grave of  William Butler Yeats.
 His poetry has been read in hundreds of different languages and studied in many countries around the world. In his middle years, Yeats became an Irish senator in this countries early parliament. As he grew older, he longed for the lifestyle of his youth. His poetry was provocative and revolutionary in a time when sexuality was still a big taboo.

''O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?''

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

Among the books in the W.B.Yeats gift shop in, I stumbled across the biography of a fascinating Irish revolutionary named Countess Markievicz. She was a tireless worker with the poor and dispossessed, and later held an influential leadership role in the Irish Easter Rebellion of 1916. Her story was remarkable to me, having never heard of her in any of the Irish history lessons passed down to me by family and friends. The Countess Markievicz was a woman of great determination, independence, idealism. She used her wealth and social status to influence local politicians and was incarcerated in Dublin for her involvement with the 1916 uprising. Looking at the current catastrophe that is the modern Irish government, i can't help but think that the Countess would be disappointed at the present state of the nation. 

Just a late night rambling from the wilds of Sligo....thank you for reading.