I DREAMED that one had died in a strange place
Near no accustomed hand,
And they had nailed the boards above her face,
The peasants of that land,
Wondering to lay her in that solitude,
And raised above her mound
A cross they had made out of two bits of wood,
And planted cypress round;
And left her to the indifferent stars above
Until I carved these words:
She was more beautiful than thy first love,
But now lies under boards.
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when you are dead, it won't matter
From guest caity (contact)
who is this one he speaks of? could it be she isnt really dead, its just a dream of if she was? it kind of represents insignificance of people after death. and the loneliness in death, no one will care when you're dead, even if you were more beautiful than their first love, because you are under boards and no one can see you. -
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From guest Bob 42 (contact)
Makes me more grateful than ever before, that there is a heaven and our dear Lord. -
Adream of death
The poem is intriguing; Who was that person? And why that indifference? A powerful tragic story can be woven,keeping in mind the beautiful last two lines'She was more beautiful than thy first love,but now lies under boards'
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Tragically witty
From guest Raven (contact)
Another great poem of old william butler yeats, another rystal clear wit -
impressive imagery capturing the blandness and indifference in the burial ... and the poet's strong emotions and need to point it out...
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this was touching
can really relate to it brought what he was feeling out. -
I wonder who, he dreamed had died so far away?
This poem carries a deep sadness and fear, brilliantly written.
Andrew
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very tragic
Ooooo !!! it’s too tragic expression , a very nice poem
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