After Yeats

AFTER YEATS

An old man is a broken string
Playing a creaky shattered note
And every song he tries to see
A sadness instrumentally.


So what he finally dares to hope
As the music of his soul
His prayer upon pathetic beats
Deaf Drumming Divine Harmony.

by Shalom Freedman

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Happy birthday week to you! A Deep Sworn Vow is one of my favorite poems. Could you explain perhaps in a footnote the reference to Yeats?