“... Those masterful images because complete Grew in pure mind, but out of what began? A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street, Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can, Old iron, old bones, old rags, that… — W.B. Yeats Copy Share Image
Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all my ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
