The Sorrows of Young Werewolf (eyeteeth) wrote,
The Sorrows of Young Werewolf
eyeteeth

Two Years Later

I have been very emotional lately. Today I was reading Yeats and I started to cry, and I'm not even sure why. It was The Second Coming that precipitated it, but first came this one:

Has no one said those daring
Kind eyes should be more learn'd?
Or warned you how despairing
The moths are when they are burned?
I could have warned you; but you are young,
So we speak a different tongue.

O you will take whatever's offered
And dream that all the worlds' a friend,
Suffer as your mother suffered,
Be as broken in the end.
But I am old and you are young,
And I speak a barbarous tongue.
Tags: poetry, w. b. yeats
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