Tuesday, May 15, 2001

Among School Children Comments

Rating: 3.2

I WALK through the long schoolroom questioning;
A kind old nun in a white hood replies;
The children learn to cipher and to sing,
To study reading-books and histories,


Adeeb Alfateh 14 June 2019

Labour is blossoming or dancing where The body is not bruised to pleasure soul. Nor beauty born out of its own despair, Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil. great 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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Mahtab Bangalee 27 May 2019

imaginative great poem

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peter connor 20 December 2017

Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole? O body swayed to music, O brightening glance, How can we know the dancer from the dance? Greatness...the eternal question

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Ray Burleigh 23 April 2016

If we imagine that there is a beginning and end to things then this poem and the Lake isle at innesfree are the beginning of the voice of the 2oth century. And Yeats last question, which Auden, Pound, Williams, Frost and even Ginsberg have tried to answer: o chestnut tree, are you the leaf, blossom or bole? Is still unanswered.

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