I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
Of a mocking tale or a gibe
To please a companion
Aroung the fire at the club,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
-W.B. Yeats.
1 comments:
Just wandered on to your blog doing a search for Yeats' "Easter 1916," and I did read some of the other entries, and I hope you're feeling better. Things were crazy for me around 21, but they did get better with time, if that's any consolation.
I think the poem actually has two lines that might speak to those of us who want to do something different in just being ourselves: "too long a sacrifice / can make a stone of the heart." But I dunno, that's just my opinion. If you're interested in more of my opinion on the poem, I've written a commentary on Easter, 1916.
I do hope all is well with you and it was a privilege finding your blog. It's always good to find open, honest voices.
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