William Butler Yeats

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

Aedh Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes - Poem by William Butler Yeats

Fasten your hair with a golden pin,
And bind up every wandering tress;
I bade my heart build these poor rhymes:
It worked at them, day out, day in,
Building a sorrowful loveliness
Out of the battles of old times.

You need but lift a pearl-pale hand,
And bind up your long hair and sigh;
And all men's hearts must burn and beat;
And candle-like foam on the dim sand,
And stars climbing the dew-dropping sky,
Live but to light your passing feet.


Comments about Aedh Gives His Beloved Certain Rhymes by William Butler Yeats

  • Rookie Andrew Hoellering (12/18/2009 6:35:00 AM)

    Stunningly beautiful; the second verse especially is unforgettable.
    I'd like to dedicate the verse I wrote that follows to the memory of W.B. Yeats:



    An Abstraction

    An abstraction
    Is what people fear;
    Just hear the poem,
    Forget the idea.

    (c) Andrew Hoellering,2009 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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