I'm not able to write a proper blog entry at the moment, but I couldn't resist linking to this article, in which writer Lea Lane brings one of Yeats' best poems to bear on the moral crisis the country is struggling with today. I thought some of you who check in here from time to time might find her post worth reading and thinking about.
There are other things that other poems have to say about torture (as those of you who've read my book can testify! -- and it doesn't stop there: Carolyn Forche, anyone?), but Yeats seems a fine place to start.