Dear David,No idea. But yesterday's International Herald Tribune had an article about new understandings of the human skeleton as a living organ - apparently it communicates constantly with our gut-nervous system via good-feeling hormones such as serotonin and oxytocin. This is linked to maintenance and repair of bones... so our bones also need all our love and affection. There is more than poetry in saying that we can 'feel something in our bones'.P.


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Dear Peter,Thank you very much for your reply. I'll try the library or Chapman. Also, thanks for the poem. Poetry and Science, hmmm....also an interest of mine, which leads me to another question, please. For quite a while I've been trying to identify the translator of the following from Ikkyu: "Remember that under the skin you fondle lie the bones waiting to reveal themselves." It's all over the internet, and I'd like to properly credit the translator. Any thoughts? Thanks...David

Dear David,Well... today I read a review of a new volume of letters of Samuel Beckett, which in itself brought me to tears for some un-reason. I learned that Yeats was important for Beckett. Just now I used the key words "Yeats library" on the assumption that he probably has a library named after him, and so it is.See: http://www.clemson.edu/caah/cedp/YeatsSTC/STCnav.html The W. B. and George Yeats Library: A Short-Title Catalog, by Wayne K. ChapmanThis work was produced with help from the National Library of Ireland, in Dublin -- and I am sure you could contact Chapman or the library directly to get closer to your source...Cheers, Peter For Yeats and the Science of Poetry Today by the river in rainOur potatoes are sproutingSupported by weedsWithout the weeds to hold us togetherAll is mud and layers of stoneA geological cakeSliding down to the seaPJM, Kyoto 26.4.09


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Auckland & Kyoto.

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I've been told the following is from Yeats' Autobiographies, but can't find it. Could someone please point to the exact location of "for a poet's words to live beyond his ow time, those words have to be wedded to the natural figures of his or her native landscape." Many thanks...
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