A third of the way through, today’s quote is from ‘The Host of the Air.’
‘And he saw how the reeds grew dark
At the coming of night-tide,’ W.B. Yeats.
In the rushes by the bank, she glides,
The swan on the empty lake,
From the gold-tipped points of morning
To the dusk where shadows break,
And she lays her long neck sadly
In the hollow of her wings,
For the tide brings only night time
And the dark, when no bird sings.
“the dusk where shadows break”–that is a conjuring image.
and great art…a photo or a painting? (K)
It is a good image. Wiki says it’s an oil painting but I had supposed it was a photo. There’s a link to the wiki page if you click on the image.
Thanks! Yes, the fact that it’s a painting is intruiging.
There’s painting that is so precise it looks like a photograph, and painting like this, that looks like photographic effect. Impressive.
Lovely, but sad–the lonely swan.
There’s a nice rhythm to this, too. 🙂
Thank you, Jane, for doing this “challenge.” I’m really enjoying it. I can’t keep up with all the challenges, but I do love this one!
I’m glad! I’m enjoying it too. I don’t see how anyone can keep up with many challenges. It takes a lot of thought to write a proper poem.
https://fmmewritespoems.wordpress.com/2017/11/10/november-with-yeats-10/
Oh, November. The dark is creeping in. I love the gentle melancholy of your poem, and your lonely swan…lyrical.
so lovely!
https://ladyleemanilablog.wordpress.com/2017/11/10/a-month-with-yeats-day-ten/
Thank you!
sunset… shadows… reeds
https://rivrvlogr.wordpress.com/2017/11/10/pond-at-end-of-day/
I love the melancholy feel of this. I didn’t go entirely dark on this one…not entirely. 😉
https://katmyrman.com/2017/11/10/drain-the-swamp/
I love how you manage to find humour in the situation/swamp 🙂
Thank you Jane. Every now and again I need a breather from the drama. 🙂
From this side of the water, it looks as though you’re bombarded with it all the time. We have our ignorant bigots too, but at least they’re not in power and since the election, they’ve gone very quiet.
…hiding sub-surface…;)
They’re looking for a leader who won’t make them look so stupid.
This one is so beautiful Jane. You captured the melancholy mood very well and the photo / painting to go with it.
Scrolling down your the comments ( not reading ), I saw mention of swamp somewhere there. That’s what was in my mind but don’t want to think of swamp before lunch☺
Lunch again?????
One has to eat to survive (and write blogs 😢) and sometimes eating wit
I meant to say sometimes eating with friends is better than eating alone.
Eating wit sounds almost like Oscar Wilde!
☺☺Editor-in-chief.
Love me some melancholy!
I went more monster melancholy!!
https://deuxiemepeau.blog/2017/11/10/the-monster-in-the-man-day-10-of-a-month-with-yeats/
Well, I think you supplied us with the monster 🙂
Maybe it’s all these dark nights and grey skies, even Paris looks sad right now!
November is the saddest month.
I finally got mine done: https://merrildsmith.wordpress.com/2017/11/10/night-tide-yeats-challenge-day-10/
Now I have to read the others!
Well worth waiting for. I loved it.
Thank you! 🙂
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Beautiful and sublime, Jane. Love the image of a swan amidst an Autumn landscape.
Here’s mine:
https://frankjtassone.wordpress.com/2017/11/10/a-tanka-for-a-month-with-yeats-day-10-poetry-haiku/
Thanks Frank 🙂
Jane, here is the short link to my post today : https://wp.me/p73yZZ-3Ox
Oh! So sad and lonely !
I don’t think swans ever take another mate when one dies. If that doesn’t say something for animal sensitivity, I don’t know what does.
Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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I completely agree about the swans such family orientated too.
Here is my poem for day 10 💜
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