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I MADE my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But he fools caught it,
Wore it in the world's eyes
As though they'd wrought it.
Song, let them take it,
For there's more enterprise
In walking naked.
<1While I, from that reed-throated whisperer
Who comes at need, although not now as once
A clear articulation in the air,
But inwardly, surmise companions
Beyond the fling of the dull ass's hoof
-- Ben Jonson's phrase -- and find when June is come
At Kyle-na-no under that ancient roof
A sterner conscience and a friendlier home,
I can forgive even that wrong of wrongs,
Those undreamt accidents that have made me
-- Seeing that Fame has perished this long while.
Being but a part of ancient ceremony -- >1
Notorious, till all my priceless things
Are but a post the passing dogs defile.
William Butler Yeats
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Ellen Lu
(10/25/2008 10:04:00 PM) |
¡°A Coat¡± was written in 1912, a period when Yeats was trying to shed his previous style. Yeats¡¯ poetic style and tone had undergone various transformations and he has was always dedicating himself to self-improvement and self -development, enriching and expanding his poetic techniques and finding his own style of writing.
1889 to 1904 is considered the early stage of Yeat¡¯s poetry. His early poem poems focus on romance (the core of his early symbolism is the image of rose) with most images from Irish myths and folk tales. We can take a close look at the romantic opening lines of his best-known early poem, ¡°The Lake Isle of Innisfree¡± that is deliberately articulated in a dreamlike and obscure language style, which is similar to many like most of his other early poems.
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made
Adide from his lvish description descriptions of nature and fragrance of imagery and romance, it¡¯s additionally also important to understand that the there are myths and legends of a brave love story behind this island. Yeats is a man continually fascinated by myth, legend, and folklore. and Innisfree and its legend completely capture his imagination.
A change came when Yeats went through a stage period of self-examination from 1910 to 1914. ' In Coat' is wrote this time. In the poem, the poet determines to dropp all the 'embroideries'' from heel to throat', to abandon 'old mythology', and to ¡°walk naked.¡± and concludes Concluding with a resounding announcement that he would like to cast off his old poetic outlook and move to a naked one by changing both contents and style. In his later works we can see that yeast abandons his once heavily elaborated style and mythologies and develop develops into a simpler, stronger, leaner, and more direct style.
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Edowaye Omorogbe
(3/8/2008 9:45:00 AM) |
great job............................................
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Emilija Veljanova
(1/16/2008 4:52:00 PM) |
The cruelty of the Usurers(called by Pound) is meticulously paraphraised within this short but bitter poem. To my mind the style, i.e., the rhyme pattern is quite perfect since the poem dwells somewhere in the modernism.
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Dog goD 8Hate
(5/9/2007 10:01:00 PM) |
From 1-10 I read of plagiarism's egregeous cause, and,11-24, a contextual transformation ensues with imagery of arcane discerment impalpable to the world: 'vanity, flaunt thy moment's gleam, 'til the vitiating forces preeminence avails! '
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Colin J...
(1/18/2007 3:05:00 PM) |
The original poem is: -
A COAT
I made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world's eyes
As though they'd wrought it.
Song, let them take it,
For there's more enterprise
In walking naked.
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Marinela Christel
(1/18/2007 10:06:00 AM) |
Hard to imagine an ebroidered coat, but one can never fault tastes. It is a rather confusing aray of images and sentiments...from mythological past to posts for dogs...I want to say it is a great write, but somehow I'm stuck between verses. A re-write would do it justice, methinks...
M
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Eddie Loughran
(1/18/2007 9:19:00 AM) |
Never mind the rhythm -
after line ten it doesn't make much sense.
Is it two poems combined? Or is eleven to twenty-two an aside?
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James Weston
(1/18/2005 4:03:00 PM) |
Please explain the < on line 11 & 22. When I read the poem those things break up the rhythm.
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