Beautiful Lofty Things

In the month of Yeats' 151st birthday, watch back clips from our Evening with WB Yeats last September.

Poem of the week

We never touched, all the years
of our long story, kept our distance.
Your cheekbone – chiselled, bristly –
was a strange land. Even the word body
was banned – it never left your mouth.
But now I’m all over you, an octopus
popping pills on your tongue at breakfast,
read on