A Retinue Of Feral Clowns, In The Woods, Spilling Wine On Themselves

The talented Mr. Hynes is having a go at Yeats today. Reading the two in parallel with one another (not to mention related scholarly works) makes the lines

And the proud dreaming king who flung the crown
And sorrow away, and calling bard and clown
Dwelt among wine-stained wanderers in deep woods

seem altogether more sinister.

(The poetry is very good. Ha, you really should tackle this one next.)