Treasure Island

William Butler Yeats

(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

A Last Confession


What lively lad most pleasured me
Of all that with me lay?
I answer that I gave my soul
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  • * Sunprincess * (2/1/2014 1:31:00 AM)

    .......not exactly sure what this poet is trying to say...maybe his message is love one another.. (Report) Reply

  • Andrew Hoellering (12/15/2009 2:37:00 AM)

    In answer to his rhetorical question, Yeats here dismisses agape, spiritual love, in favour of eros.

    The lover thinks that body and soul are one, but the woman knows better.The key lines come in the third verse when the poet states that the soul can only be reached through the body. Once revealed, the insight into the uniqueness of the individual is both priviledged -and magical. (Report) Reply

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