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on The Sorrow Of Love by William Butler Yeats, on March 10, 2007Wonderful, wonderful poem. One of my favourites. I believe the first printed version of this poem (printed in 1892) was:
The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves,
The full round moon and the star-laden sky,
And the loud song of the eversinging leaves,
Had hid away earth's old and weary cry.
And then you came with those red mournful lips,
And with you came the whole of the world's tears,
And all the sorrows of her labouring ships
And all the burden of her myriad years.
And now the sparrows warring in the eaves,
The crumbling moon, the white stars in the sky,
And the loud chaunting of the unquiet leaves,
Are shaken with earth's old and weary cry.
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on The Stolen Child by William Butler Yeats, on March 10, 2007For be comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
I don't think the poem is about a real child, but the child that lives within every one of us (hopefully) even when we are not children any more. We need to escape into a faeryland of our own every now and then.
There is a question I have, I am not sure if anyone can answer it.
The first version I read ( I cannot remember where) had
"For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand."
as the last line of the poem. Was that just a misprint, or did Yeats himself change it?
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on My life closed twice before its close; by Emily Dickinson, on February 9, 2007Wonderful poem. How very true those last two lines are!
The wrong of unshapely things
Is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew