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Friday, May 6, 2016

TO THE MASTER, WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS



After the heat of struggle comes the cold:
Like you, I must resist, now, growing old.
Never without foes, often unsure of a friend,
Unlucky in love like you till near the end,
Passionately I take the strength you give,
And wonder whether my words, like yours, will live.
True Irish to the marrow, you took old age
Dreaming and fighting.  And, tempering your rage
In the blood, bone, and sinew of your art,
Defied both defeat and triumph.  So great was your heart.

https://cantshutupabout.wordpress.com/2014/04/07/poem-of-the-day-project-he-wishes-for-the-cloths-of-heaven-by-w-b-yeats/

2 comments:

  1. Strongly Worded Poem. So True For Many.

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  2. Original ending:

    In the blood, bone and sinew of your verse,
    Defied both defeat and triumph. One could do worse.

    I came to think that the original ending, with its understatement, was too Anglo-Saxon for an Irish poet.

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