5/04/2009

Poem: The Lover Tells of the Rose in his Heart

Another beautiful poem by the great Sir William Butler Yeats:

The Lover Tells of the Rose in his Heart

All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart. 

The last line just squeezes my heart. He does have a way with words...

3 comments:

marissa norfis said...

i admire how the poet have the desire to correct what's wrong just to ensure the image of the one in the poet hearts is sustained...

-->"I hunger to build them anew"
-->"With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like a casket of gold"

Rowan said...

Yeah WB Yeats is one of the most brilliant literature figures out there :)

You should check out www.online-literature.com for more from him & other poets!

Anonymous said...

I have no comment for this. But to wish every Buddhist Happy Wesak Day. :)