THAT is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations – at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
- W.B.Yeats
Writing of W.B. Yeats is tooooooo much difficult to understand.
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yeats z not easy to understand but can be made easy. help out those who need u
W.B Yeats is appreciable but upto an extent.he lacks that charm and intoxication which is present in T.S Eliot.Yeats is a realist and spiritual seeker but he somehow doesnt find a place in my book of favourite poets.
i love to sail at see or on a river, sailing has been my hobby for several years already. -*-
i love to sail even if we do not have our own sailboat .’-
Yeats’ poetry is for the wise man who understand him. It is only for Rabindronath Tagore who will understand him.
W.B.YEATS lives in a fantasy world.I too love imagining things but not like yeats.ONLY a dreamer like him can understand his poetry.