Thursday, August 17, 2006

When You are Old by William Butler Yeats

WHEN you are old and gray 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.

No, I did not read this poem in my brooding teenage years, or study it in college, was an english major after all. But mostly I was first turned on to it from the the Francis Ford Copella movie "Peggy Sue Got Married." Love this movie, and think all high school teenagers should watch it. Premise being, if you could go back to high school knowing what you know now, what would you do differently. Here is a great still of Peggy Sue with the Bohemian Michael Fitzsimmons, reciter of the Yeats poem.

Monday, August 14, 2006

Stars, Songs, Faces

Gather the stars if you wish it so.
Gather the songs and keep them.
Gather the faces of women.
Gather for keeping
years and years.
And then..........

Loosen your hands,
Let them go and say good-by.
Let the stars and the songs go.
Let the faces and years go.
Loosen your hands,
and say

By Carl Sandburg 1920

This is a blank journal I altered, am also finishing
a larger work inspired by the same poem.