Yeats “Bred passion against the times, made wisdom strong.” —A.D. Hope   Lucid dandy, curing words to shoe your dears with skins from birds, preposterous those haughty loves candlestick’d in fish-skin gloves …   yet who dare quiz your mundane wish to stitch the fabric of a fish (be it trout or moonlit elver) that Irish girls might sleeve in silver …   or walk the leather from a sparrow in sandals that can warm the marrow of their exquisite anklebones on chill Monaro afternoons?   Here was the glint you gave me, William, from all your wise and headlong…