I THOUGHT no more was needed
Youth to polong
Than dumb-bell and foil
To keep the body young.
O who could have foretold
That the heart grows old?
Though I have many words,
What woman's satisfied,
I am no longer faint
Because at her side?
O who could have foretold
That the heart grows old?
I have not lost desire
But the heart that I had;
I thOught 'twould burn my body
Laid on the death-bed,
For who could have foretold
That the heart grows old?
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This poem is an interesting mix of sorrow and reflection. I like Yeats' last poems best, the ones he wrote when he was older or just before his death. While his earlier poems are certainly excellent, with a lifetime of experience to draw on, he only managed to become a master of poetry later in life. Poems like this, retrospective and contemplative, serve an important purpose in allowing readers with years less of experience in life to understand how things might change as they grow older.
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I find this piece to be very interesting and also quite sad. The thought of the heart growing old. I am not quite sure if this is a reflection on how love changes and is no longer filled with the passion of youth or if it is in regard to apathy that can take its toll on our spirit. Either way, a well done reflective piece.
UB
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great i was truly impressed at teh depth and emotion shown in the poem
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literally wonderful to read and oh! so true.
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