William Butler Yeats (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)
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Sailing To Byzantium
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
---Those dying generations---at their song,
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William Butler Yeats
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This is poem about the brevity of youth and beauty
It is written with such insight and majesty that i am overwhelmed.
We all have lived or are living or soon will this glorious brief spell
Remember and revel in it to the depths of your soul then
Let go
Donal
One of the signal poems of the Twentieth Century, included in every anthology of English poetry.
A joy to read and to listen to. Hearing Yeats read it on YouTube is a treat.
I believe (correctly, I hope) it was Henry Ford, the creator of the production line for auto manufacturing, who, when asked about the color for his automobiles, famously said: 'You can have any color you like, as long as it's black.'
I believe you can rate this poem any way you like, as long as it's 10. :)
THIS HAS BECOME A TIMELESS CLASSICAL PIECE OF POETRY & IS ALSO INCLUDED IN THE CURRICULUM OF ENGLISH LITERATURE OF MANY UNIVERSITIES! PEOPLE DARING TO RATE SUCH A MASTERPIECE DO NO
DISCRETID TO YEATS - BUT ONLY TO THEMSELVES! ! ! ! !
-RAJ NANDY
This could possibly be almost the perfect poem!
Certainly one of the most beautiful with nearly every poetic nuance and technique
represented.
What a guy, that Yeats. Love him. Love this.
this poem is so great, it compains myth with reality.
Probably one of the most beautiful and under-rated poems ever