Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Poetry Tuesday: "When You Are Old" by William Butler Yeats




When You Are Old

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.

--Wm Butler Yeats


42 comments:

Nancy C said...

Very moving and thoughtful today, Betty. Thank you! :)

Empty Nester said...

I quite enjoy the feeling of that one.

Leah J. Utas said...

Ahhhhhh. Thank you.

Mary said...

Hi Betty, a lovely poem shared today. Reminded me of a visit many years ago with my grandparents to where the poet was buried in Co Sligo, Ireland.
I had been reading his poetry at school at the time!

Teresa Evangeline said...

I love this poem. It contains some of my favorite lines in all of poetry. Thank you, so much, for posting it.

Unknown said...

Beautiful poem Betty, thanks for sharing.

Larri said...

I found myself reading this with a soft, quiet voice...in my head. :o) It's a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing it today. Happy Tuesday! :o)

Old Kitty said...

Awwww BB!!! How lovely, thank you!! Take care
x

Desiree said...

I haven't read this in years! How much more meaningful reading it at this age than when I was in my early 20's ;)

Anne Gallagher said...

You made me cry today, Betty. That poem is too beautiful for words.

Alexandra said...

WAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

That's the thing about poetry...0 to 60 in your gut in 5 seconds.

My Mind's Eye said...

Hi BB....what a nice poem....I think my new motto will be
'aged to perfection'!!!
Hugs Madi and Mom

Talli Roland said...

I love that poem! It's been ages since I've read it. Thanks, Betty!

Brian said...

I liked it, even with the strange spelling of purrfection!

Out on the prairie said...

Lovely thoughts today. I must be like that tabasco, aged to perfection.

Anonymous said...

I didn't know Tabasco had to age 3 years...no wonder it's such potent stuff! Loved Yeats' poem..."And hid his face amid a crowd of stars"...yes I understand that!

Alison said...

I've never read this poem before. Lovely, as many others have said. And appropriate for your mood lately, isn't it?

Donna said...

So pretty Miz Betty!
Happy day!
hughugs

Ella said...

This was beautiful~ Thanks for sharing; Happy Tuesday!

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Yes, it's sad!!

jenny_o said...

Ahhh, thank you, BB.

Brian Miller said...

love that last stanza betty...rings the emo...and i love the hot stuff...

Jennifer said...

I have never read that poem, how moving but sad.

RHYTHM AND RHYME said...

It's sad and thought provoking.

Yvonne.

Cricket said...

An excellent selection, which resonates with me today. Even so, Tabasco? Pity you live on the opposite coast. I'd have been happy to offer you a shot of old Irish whiskey.

After that, I'd have let you photograph the bottle too ;-)

Connie said...

Lovely poem today, Betty. I hope your week is going well.

Ms. A said...

This one is a bit wistful and sad, to me. Have a fabulous week!

Velvet Over Steel said...

NICE! Very sweet poem!! Hope you're having a wonderful week, Betty!! XOXO ~ Coreen

Barbara said...

One of my favorites. Thank you!

Jennifer Shirk said...

Lovely poem today.

Ann said...

When I'm old? I thought I already was...lol
Pretty poem, I like it.

Bluestocking Mum said...

Had to come over and say this is a favourite of mine.

Great poem
x

Liz P said...

That was quite moving. Thank you for sharing. :)

Sally Wessely said...

Thanks for sharing this lovely poem with us. Age seems to made me appreciate it more. I will think on this for a while.

Liz Mays said...

That was full of tenderness. Thank you.

Marlene said...

I don't wanna get old. *pout*

faye said...

A very thoughtful poem .
Enjoyed it very much..thanks BB

Rawknrobyn.blogspot.com said...

That's a sweet, melancholy poem. It's kind of like Puff the Magic Dragon, which has been going through my head all day too.
xoRobyn

Unknown said...

With the growing years, this poem grows fonder in my heart.

Brian (not the cat) said...

Now that's a poem. Love the bittersweet ending, so true, so true.

Pat Tillett said...

Beautiful!
The man was amazing...

Baby Sister said...

"his his face among a crowd of stars..." I loved that. Simply lovely.