Thursday, April 27, 2006

What, me complain?

So lately I have been complaining about work stress. But today I am looking for poems that have clear examples of symbolism and also for poems that have obvious themes. So basically I'm getting paid while I'm reading poetry. Here's one I just stumbled across so that now you can get paid while reading poetry too.

When You are Old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

William Butler Yeats

4 comments:

Thoughts and Ideas said...

That's pretty powerful-very cool. Poetry is healing and I hope that one was for you. Blessings-Greg

Lara said...

Beautiful. Copy cat.

Anonymous said...

Flute Notes from a Reedy Pond:
By Sylvia Plath.

Now coldness comes sifting down, layer after layer,
To our bower at the lily root.
Overhead the old umbrellas of summer
Wither like pithless hands. There is little shelter.

Hourly the eye of the sky enlarges its blank
Dominion. The stars are no nearer.
Already frog-mouth and fish-mouth drink
The liquor of indolence, and all thing sink

Into a soft caul of forgetfulness.
The fugitive colors die.
Caddis worms drowse in their silk cases,
The lamp-headed nymphs are nodding to sleep like statues.

Puppets, loosed from the strings of the puppetmaster
Wear masks of horn to bed.
This is not death, it is something safer.
The wingy myths won't tug at us anymore:

The molts are tongueless that sang from above the water
Of golgotha at the tip of a reed,
And how a god flimsy as a baby's finger
Shall unhusk himself and steer into the air.

____

I'll go listen to some Pink Floyd now and kill myself.

Me said...

rainman

great poem

have you read much ted hughes?