“..Know that,when all words are said/And a man is fighting mad,/Something drops from eyes long blind/He completes his partial mind!/ For an instant stands at ease,/ Laughs aloud, his heart at peace./Even the wisest man grows tense/With some sort of violence/Before he can accomplish Fate/Know his work, or choose his mate.”
(Yeats, from Under Ben Bulben)
Maybe this is what people mean by being “in the zone”. I’m hoping Trump is there tonight. Let him laugh aloud, let him stand at ease, let him “complete his partial mind”, by which the poet meant, I think, be vouchsafed the vision of the larger historical picture and know his place in it, the pettiness of the moment transcended.
Trump is “of “ America, in the sense Yeats meant when he wrote “I am of Ireland/And the holy land of Ireland..” Only America could have produced Trump. I hope tonight America will see him as our scion.