Love and Death
James posted some poems, including his favorite Yeats-Poem, Cameron posted a song...I feel I have to follow the crowd.
So here's my favorite Yeats-Poem:
Love and Death
Behold the flashing waters
A cloven dancing jet,
That from the milk-white marble
For ever foam and fret;
Far off in drowsy valleys
Where the meadow saffrons blow,
The feet of summer dabble
In their coiling calm and slow.
The banks are worn forever
By a people sadly gay:
A Titan with loud laughter,
Made them of fire clay.
Go ask the springing flowers,
And the flowing air above,
What are the twin-born waters,
And they'll answer Death and Love.
With wreaths of withered flowers
Two lonely spirits wait
With wreaths of withered flowers
'Fore paradise's gate.
They may not pass the portal
Poor earth-enkindled pair,
Though sad is many a spirit
To pass and leave them there
Still staring at their flowers,
That dull and faded are.
If one should rise beside thee,
The other is not far.
Go ask the youngest angel,
She will say with bated breath,
By the door of Mary's garden
Are the spirits Love and Death.
William Butler Yeats
So here's my favorite Yeats-Poem:
Love and Death
Behold the flashing waters
A cloven dancing jet,
That from the milk-white marble
For ever foam and fret;
Far off in drowsy valleys
Where the meadow saffrons blow,
The feet of summer dabble
In their coiling calm and slow.
The banks are worn forever
By a people sadly gay:
A Titan with loud laughter,
Made them of fire clay.
Go ask the springing flowers,
And the flowing air above,
What are the twin-born waters,
And they'll answer Death and Love.
With wreaths of withered flowers
Two lonely spirits wait
With wreaths of withered flowers
'Fore paradise's gate.
They may not pass the portal
Poor earth-enkindled pair,
Though sad is many a spirit
To pass and leave them there
Still staring at their flowers,
That dull and faded are.
If one should rise beside thee,
The other is not far.
Go ask the youngest angel,
She will say with bated breath,
By the door of Mary's garden
Are the spirits Love and Death.
William Butler Yeats
12 Comments:
I feel you do not follow the crowd by favouring this poem.
I am not aquainted with that many people who even know it at all.
It is also my favourite by Yeats. Do you know that Waterboys-Song?
Good night.
My dear, you know I love this poem and it is one of my favourites as well. You are never following the crowd ...
Morning hun!
Whoosh...didn't turn my back on it for...hm...half an hour and there are two comments?
I didn't know you love it as well, dear.
But I know that Waterboys-Song.
Oh I do love it - the words are so strong and at the same time soft.
Your anonymous writer is right - I also don't know many people even knowing it. And there are more poems I do find fantastic ...
I'm always right!
And I should really go to bed now.
You sound like Greg - Mr. Anonymous - ...
Perhaps you should go to bed though - or perhaps not. What about a nice little conversation?
I'm good at imitating him.
Nice...
But wasn't there someone who wanted to go to bed?
I woke up.
'kay...help yourself with Single Malt.
Sounds good to me!
you can - if you wish - just join us in MSN ;)
I am in a mood to talk a little ...
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