All the words that I utter,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their wings untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,
And sing to you in the night,
Beyond where the waters are moving,
Storm-darken’d or starry bright.
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I loved this. Great work.
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This is kind of a subject that is overused in poetry, like "where do words travel?" I'm not sure when it started but it did. Either way, I love what he did with it. I loved the technical aspects of the poem, but I also loved the simplicity of it as well. It reminded me a bit of a lullaby. Simply beautiful.
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Never read this one of his before. Enjoyed the rhythm, rhyme and flow, as well as the sentiments expressed in these lines.
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This one is new to me but it's definitely in the romantic tradition of Yeats.
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I have always loved Yeats. Sometimes he is romantic, and sometimes he just speaks to the politics of the day. My favorite is "He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven" but this is nice too.
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Sweet and sentimental
This appears to be an early poem from his youth. But it still has his quite strength. You can feel the loneliness of his sweetheart and his own mingling over the 'waters ... storm-darkened or starry bright." -
Perhaps words are the only things which will out last us, memories fade and relatives die, eventualy we are only really known by our words, and do these words still reach out and touch the soul? why, yes, I think they do...
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This poem is awesome.
I love the fact, that he highlights a very important part of reading: memory.
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