Friday, October 27, 2006

Poetry Friday - W.B. Yeats

A fun Yeats poem that I do not teach because there are so many poems by Yeats they "should have read" that I couldn't justify it. But a fun one for Poetry Friday.

"The Scholars"

BALD heads forgetful of their sins,
Old, learned, respectable bald heads
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That young men, tossing on their beds,
Rhymed out in love’s despair 5
To flatter beauty’s ignorant ear.
They’ll cough in the ink to the world’s end;
Wear out the carpet with their shoes
Earning respect; have no strange friend;
If they have sinned nobody knows. 10
Lord, what would they say
Should their Catullus walk that way?

1 comment:

Xhevahir said...

I've always liked this passage of Stevens:

If men at forty will be painting lakes
The ephemeral blues must merge for them in one,
The basic slate, the universal hue.
There is a substance in us that prevails.
But in our amours amorists discern
Such fluctuations that their scrivening
Is breathless to attend each quirky turn.
When amorists grow bald, then amours shrink
Into the compass and curriculum
Of introspective exiles, lecturing.
It is a theme for Hyacinth alone.