I WHISPERED, "I am too young,"
And then, "I am old enough";
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
"Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair."
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.
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From guest A. Leahy (contact)
Unbridled1, I have to say 'So much promise in such a little thing as a penny', that's as astute as I've ever heard it put. Well done.
I cannot say enough good things about this poem, to me W.B is a national treasure, pity then that nobody really knows him anymore, not anyone of our generation anyway. The Nothing Generation, the iGeneration, the post-Generation-X generation. Pity indeed. This is Yeats at his absolute best. My favourite oem ever. Nobody can touch Yeats.
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I cannot get enough of this poem...
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I love this poem, especially the last 5 verses. Excellent imagrey and idea.
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This is such a simple, yet very sweet poem of longing for love. Casting that penny into the fountain and wishing for the dream to come true. So much promise in such a little thing as a penny.
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