Today’s quote is from ‘Easter, 1916’.
‘We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead; ‘ —W.B. Yeats ‘
For the unsung heroes
This facility we have, to look away,
To blame the parents and their lack of care,
To call it shiftless what is deep despair,
To keep it all, for we have none to spare,
Lets us pluck the best fruits from the tree,
Complacently, and fill the basket to the brim.
Yet all this opulence was dearly bought
By those who gave their lives, not on a whim,
Left in a puddle on some lonely road,
Or in the squalor of a prison yard,
For a cause that they could not ignore.
Nor turn away because it was too hard.
Do they see our fattened comfort where they bide,
And weep when misery is brushed aside?
28 thoughts on “A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-four”
Such a sad line.
Great admiration for your poem today. Very powerful.
It is a sad line. They were sad times. Thanks Sarah 🙂
And it happens over and over again.
Looks like it, doesn’t it?
“Do they see our fattened comfort where they bide,” – so appropriate.
Here is the short link to my poem today: https://wp.me/p73yZZ-3V9
I think they’d be horrified.
framing a question
I combined yesterday’s prompt and today’s. 🙂
From yesterday’s sacrifice to today’s decadence. Would Yeats weep or laugh? You capture the essence of the situation so well!
I think that anyone who died for a cause then discovered, even as a ghost, that their ideals have been lost in the general feel-good, would weep.
We should all be weeping. (K)
We are, if we have any humanity at all.
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Cheers! And happy weekend!