A month with Yeats: Day Seven

These lines are from ‘To the Rose Upon the Rood of Time’ by W.B. Yeats.

‘…stars, grown old

In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,

Sing in their high and lonely melody.’

 

To a sleeping child

No sea rolls here but the windy sky,

Flecked and specked with scraps of stars,

That blink like pearls in the waterโ€™s gloom.

No sea rolls here but the pearls that glow,

In the cloudy depths of the starry sky,

Diadems for the fair folksโ€™ hair,

While we who dance upon the waves

Sleep, at last, on billowed dreams,

In our ears, the nightโ€™s wild song,

Soft as rain, and feathered wings,

And the fluttering lids of a sleeping child.

 

 

 

 

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

48 thoughts on “A month with Yeats: Day Seven”

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  2. You are making the challenge harder and harder. I need to go search for a rood to hang myself, but first let me have my lunch. My brain refuses to think on a empty stomach.

      1. I forgot, you’re the other direction. Keep thinking you’re in the northern part of India. You always seem to be either preparing lunch or eating it. Sort of Groundhog Day.

      2. โ˜บโ˜บโ˜บI can assure you I am not a glutton. I am not from northern India, I am from northeast India, from the state of Assam but my home is now in California for last 3 decades.

      3. When you come from a big country with an assortment of ethnic origins, there are bound to be frictions. It’s probably jealousy. Assam is reckoned to be very beautiful.

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