WHY should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great.
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?
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They were both too much romantic idealists to ever have that relationship work out. Except for in a Spiritual Marriage, of course. And let's not forget the Heretic Order of the Golden Dawn! A bitter poem, but full of beauty. Yeats mixes sorrow and beauty wonderfully throughout his work. *sigh*
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I think this poem encapsulates what he loved the most about her, and what lead to their seperation. Sounds alot like my love life...lol
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mmm. i like greek mythology. good point here. has given me some ideas for a poem...
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