#w.b.yeats

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Poetic Outlaws :: @OutlawsPoetic

O, what is life but a mouthful of air?

~ W.B. Yeats

[scoliosischelsea]

All empty souls tend towards extreme opinion.

[dabiconcordia]

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” ― W.B. Yeats

[innervoiceartblog]

“And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.”

~ The Wanderings of Oisin by W.B.Yeats

[allyouknowisalie]

When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

When You Are Old by W.B.Yeats 

[greencheekconure27]

Anyway world poetry day reminded me it's been a while since I actually read any poetry so I picked up one of my old favourites and opened it on a random page and..

And now I'm crying.

Because that tail feather belonged to George, my pet green cheek conure who died before the vet could diagnose what's wrong with him.I must have put that in there when he was still alive.

Just... the poem, the feather, everything.I used to read to him sometimes from this because he liked hearing my voice and I like to read poetry aloud from time to time?

He was my friend.And he's gone now.

[we503]

Though the great song return no more There's keen delight in what we have: The rattle of pebbles on the shore Under the receding wave.

‘The Nineteenth Century And After’ by W.B. Yeats

[bulentinyuregi]

“Yaşlanıp saçların ağardığında, uyuklarken Ocağın başında, eline al bu kitabı Ve oku yavaş yavaş düşleyerek bir zamanki Yumuşak bakışlarını ve gölgelerinin tatlılığını.

Kaç kişi senin o mutlu inceliğini sevmişti, Kaç kişi güzelliğini, yalan ya da doğru. Ama bir kişi senin o gezgin ruhunu Ve değişen yüzünün hüznünü sevdi.

Şimdi eğil de korlaşmış kütüklere, Mırıldan biraz üzgün bir sesle, aşk nasıl alıp başını dağlara gitti Ve gizledi yüzünü sayısız yıldızlarla diye.“

W.B.Yeats