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Reimagining “Sailing to Byzantium”

Through Jacqui’s Modern Eyes

Their endless chatter chases every pause,

And offers no comfort for tired minds.

Memories ache in noise that knows no cause,

While calm retreats and solace never binds.

Oh, sail to Byzantium in golden light,

along hidden rivers where hope runs deep.

Let its silent grace fill your darkest night,

timeless and steady while the world’s asleep.

Carry the bright beauty of ancient art,

where silent halls hold every subtle truth.

Leave this rushing world and find your heart

in a gentler place that honours youth.

Once words lived in our blood and bone;

Yeats’ own voice now breathes in Jacqui’s line.

Here, in quiet stillness, we’re never alone—

our spirits rest beyond the edge of time.

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