Drive-By Cinema, Nandor Fodor And The Talking Mongoose

The movie: Nandor Fodor And The Talking Mongoose.

A Dream of Death
William Butler Yeats

I dreamed that one had died in a strange place
Near no accustomed hand;
And they had nailed the boards above her face,
The peasants of that land,
Wondering to lay her in that solitude,
And raised above her mound
A cross they had made out of two bits of Wood
And planted Cypress round;
And left her to the indifferent stars above
Until I carved these Words:
She was more beautiful than thy first love,
But now lies under boards.