Speech after long silence; it is right,
All other lovers being estranged or dead,
Unfriendly lamplight hid under its shade,
The curtains drawn upon unfriendly night,
Tha we descant and yet again descant
Upon the supreme theme of Art and Song:
Bodily decrepitude is wisdom; young
We loved each other and were ignorant.


W.B. YEATS

THE TRAVAIL OF PASSION

When the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide;
When an immortal passion breaths in mortal clay;
Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way
Crowded whit bitter faces, the wounds in palm and side,
The vinegar-heavy sponge, the flowers by Kedron stream;
We will bend down and loosen our hair over you,
That it may drop faint perfume, and be heavy whith dew,
Lilies of death-pale hope, roses of passionate dream.

W.B. YEATS

I know you don't like poetry ... it's not easy, we need concentration...

but we need it!

to a special person, with all my love...

PARTING

He:
Dear, I must be gone
While night shuts the eyes
Of the household spies;
That song announces dawn.

She:
No, night's bird and love's
Bids all true lovers rest,
While his loud song reproves
The murderous stealih of day.

He:
Daylight already flies
From mountain crest to crest.

She:
That light is from the moon.

He:
That bird ...

She:
Let him sing on,
I offer to love's play
My dark declivities.

W.G.YEATS

A MEDITATION IN TIME OF WAR


For one throb of the artery,
While on that old grey stone I sat
Under the old wind-broken tree,
I knew that One is animate,
Mankind inanimate fantasy.

W.B. YEATS

a message to you, I hope you understand ...

THE MASK

"Put off the mask of burning gold
With emerald eyes."
"O no, my dear, you make so bold
To find if hearts be wild and wise,
And yet not cold."

"I would but find what's there no find,
Love or deceit."
"It was the mask engaged your mind,
And after set your heart to beat,
Not what´s behind."

"But lest you are my enemy,
I must enquire."
"O no, my dear, let all that be;
What matter, so there is but fire
In you in me?"

W.B. YEATS