WHERE MY BOOKS GO
William Butler Yeats
All the words that I utter,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their wings untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,
And sing to you in the night,
Beyond where the waters are moving,
Storm-darken’d or starry bright.
This was one of the poems pinned to the wire fence around Union Square Park in New York after the 9/11 attacks. Read more: Dinita Smith, New York Times, “The Eerily Intimate Power of Poetry to Console,” October 1, 2001.