Saturday, June 25, 2011

William B. Yeats- An Acre of Grass

An Acre of Grass

PICTURE and book remain,
An acre of green grass
For air and exercise,
Now strength of body goes;
Midnight, an old house
Where nothing stirs but a mouse.

My temptation is quiet.
Here at life's end
Neither loose imagination,
Nor the mill of the mind
Consuming its rag and bonc,
Can make the truth known.

Grant me an old man's frenzy,
Myself must I remake
Till I am Timon and Lear
Or that William Blake
Who beat upon the wall
Till Truth obeyed his call;

A mind Michael Angelo knew
That can pierce the clouds,
Or inspired by frenzy
Shake the dead in their shrouds;
Forgotten else by mankind,
An old man's eagle mind.

I love this for two reasons, William Butler Yeats is a sexy poet :) (not in that way you dirty minded people), and it helps show man's undying desire for truth. If you have a truth you want to share leave a comment.
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  1. jennkayNovember 12, 2011 at 4:59 PM

    The truth as I see it:
    1) Boys have cooties
    2) Fro yo is good for the soul
    3) Four's a crowd
    4) Nothing is better than a good laugh
    5) Your Mom jokes... they may be out of style but that doesn't stop people from whippin' them out

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