today, a catTHE CAT AND THE MOON
by: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)
HE cat went here and thereAnd the moon spun round like a top,And the nearest kin of the moon,The creeping cat, looked up.Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,For, wander and wail as he would,The pure cold light in the skyTroubled his animal blood.Minnaloushe runs in the grassLifting his delicate feet.Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?When two close kindred meet,What better than call a dance?Maybe the moon may learn,Tired of that courtly fashion,A new dance turn.Minnaloushe creeps through the grassFrom moonlit place to place,The sacred moon overheadHas taken a new phase.Does Minnaloushe know that his pupilsWill pass from change to change,And that from round to crescent,From crescent to round they range?Minnaloushe creeps through the grassAlone, important and wise,And lifts to the changing moonHis changing eyes.
― your favourite misread ILX threads (darraghmac), Friday, 25 July 2014 10:56 (nine years ago) link
imagine being so good you can write that for a bloody cat tho
― your favourite misread ILX threads (darraghmac), Friday, 25 July 2014 10:58 (nine years ago) link
I remember at school, and English was my subject, mind, that sailing to Byzantium was only nonsense, whispers caught in the wind and the odd image of echoing history, a scatty lament, nothing more. read it again tonight and welp
THAT is no country for old men. The youngIn one another's arms, birds in the trees- Those dying generations - at their song,The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer longWhatever is begotten, born, and dies.Caught in that sensual music all neglectMonuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,A tattered coat upon a stick, unlessSoul clap its hands and sing, and louder singFor every tatter in its mortal dress,Nor is there singing school but studyingMonuments of its own magnificence;And therefore I have sailed the seas and comeTo the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God's holy fireAs in the gold mosaic of a wall,Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,And be the singing-masters of my soul.Consume my heart away; sick with desireAnd fastened to a dying animalIt knows not what it is; and gather meInto the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never takeMy bodily form from any natural thing,But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths makeOf hammered gold and gold enamellingTo keep a drowsy Emperor awake;Or set upon a golden bough to singTo lords and ladies of ByzantiumOf what is past, or passing, or to come
― nakh is the wintour of our diss content (darraghmac), Monday, 25 August 2014 22:45 (nine years ago) link
maybe its been mentioned earlier but reading yeats in school i found his delusional sad-sack obsession with maud gonne pitiful and led to some gratuitous bitterness in his poems.
― everyday sheeple (Michael B), Monday, 25 August 2014 23:51 (nine years ago) link
true, yet even unworthy sentiments weren't wasted on him, looking at the outputs he generated from them. even if twere relevant tbh
― nakh is the wintour of our diss content (darraghmac), Monday, 25 August 2014 23:54 (nine years ago) link
whenever he writes an empty booming phrase like "the artifice of eternity" he belts me with "Of hammered gold and gold enamelling/To keep a drowsy Emperor awake."
― guess that bundt gettin eaten (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Monday, 25 August 2014 23:57 (nine years ago) link
a belt of hammered gold would be alright imo
― nakh is the wintour of our diss content (darraghmac), Tuesday, 26 August 2014 00:04 (nine years ago) link
otm
― guess that bundt gettin eaten (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Tuesday, 26 August 2014 00:15 (nine years ago) link
Yeats really really getting to me lately, like I open and read and am completely drowning within a few lines
― Now I Am Become Dracula (underrated aerosmith bootlegs I have owned), Monday, 1 September 2014 15:02 (nine years ago) link
this is no country... for yeats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
― max, Monday, May 31, 2010 7:04 PM (4 years ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
lol
― horseshoe, Monday, 1 September 2014 15:15 (nine years ago) link
thread making me think i should give frost another chance
i don't know why i posted upthread about being embarrassed by yeats because i had been obsessed with him as a teenager. teenagers otm.
― horseshoe, Monday, 1 September 2014 15:16 (nine years ago) link
i would have voted shakespeare but this is really hard.
― horseshoe, Monday, 1 September 2014 15:17 (nine years ago) link
all otm
got a good compendium of Yeats and yeah maybe I just need my Shakespeare performed for me, cf my hopkins , but nobody reads like Yeats imo
― nakh is the wintour of our diss content (darraghmac), Monday, 1 September 2014 15:18 (nine years ago) link
btw, regarding the discussion upthread, dickinson is our american genius, surely? i'm willing to believe frost is better than i know but there's no way he's that good.
― horseshoe, Monday, 1 September 2014 15:28 (nine years ago) link
She's more "original" in the formal sense.
― guess that bundt gettin eaten (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Monday, 1 September 2014 15:29 (nine years ago) link
Consume my heart away; sick with desireAnd fastened to a dying animal
;_;
― horseshoe, Monday, 1 September 2014 15:29 (nine years ago) link
I sought a theme and sought for it in vain,I sought it daily for six weeks or so.Maybe at last, being but a broken man,I must be satisfied with my heart, althoughWinter and summer till old age beganMy circus animals were all on show
;_; ;_; ;_;
late Yeats is so raw
― horseshoe, Monday, 1 September 2014 15:30 (nine years ago) link
I was youtubing poetry to ease the idleness of food preparation yday and I remembered this thread and looked up frost and had a go and the person reading it was an *american* person and I know the fault is in me and the stuff reads well up thread but I had to drop a potful of good roosters just to get to Richard Burton growling something about farms and youth I have some work yet to do with frost I admit
xp raw is a v good word its brutal at times
― nakh is the wintour of our diss content (darraghmac), Monday, 1 September 2014 15:33 (nine years ago) link
faw:
First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go
― guess that bundt gettin eaten (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Monday, 1 September 2014 15:34 (nine years ago) link
raw too
the first poem i ever memorized was "Michael Robartes remembers forgotten beauty" and i didn't even have to try because the lines
When my arms wrap you round I pressmy heart upon the lovelinessthat has long faded from the world
just stuck in my head indelibly upon first reading. how does he do that?
― horseshoe, Monday, 1 September 2014 15:34 (nine years ago) link
Shakespeare was a creep:
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another; Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Of his self-love, to stop posterity? Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime; So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time. But if thou live, remember'd not to be, Die single and thine image dies with thee.
― horseshoe, Monday, 1 September 2014 15:38 (nine years ago) link
all those sonnets that are like, you're super-hot, you should go plow some lady so that your hotness lives on creep me out the worst.
― horseshoe, Monday, 1 September 2014 15:39 (nine years ago) link
but then there's Lear, so
"Adam's Curse" is the bomb. When I used to teach poetry explaining the narrative to students provoked excellent responses. It has the quiet revelations of a short story but the compression of a great lyric.
― guess that bundt gettin eaten (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Monday, 1 September 2014 15:42 (nine years ago) link
when you are old and grey has a slap in it too, tbf
― nakh is the wintour of our diss content (darraghmac), Monday, 1 September 2014 16:02 (nine years ago) link
the procreation sonnets are kind of 3rd-tier but I like them as an opening to the semi-narrative of the sequence - like Shakespeare has taken on this weird family politics patronage job where he's trying to persuade a good-looking young aristo to turn out a kid to keep the line up, but then bang sonnet 18 forget about having babies, shakespeare is in love.
― woof, Monday, 1 September 2014 16:05 (nine years ago) link
the beat drops
― nakh is the wintour of our diss content (darraghmac), Monday, 1 September 2014 16:05 (nine years ago) link
In Shakespere's day infant/child mortality was extremely high (I'm thinking around 30%) and life expectancy for those who successfully reached adulthood was still only about 50. Death was very, very real to those people and when they wrote about how fleeting life and love and beauty were, they weren't kidding.
― Aimless, Monday, 1 September 2014 16:25 (nine years ago) link
i take seriously that those early sonnets are about mortality. it's the triangulation that's creepy. and interesting, later in the sonnets.
― horseshoe, Monday, 1 September 2014 16:49 (nine years ago) link
Lines Written on a Seat on the Grand Canal, Dublin
'Erected to the memory of Mrs. Dermot O'Brien'
O commemorate me where there is water, Canal water, preferably, so stillyGreeny at the heart of summer. BrotherCommemorate me thus beautifullyWhere by a lock niagarously roarsThe falls for those who sit in the tremendous silenceOf mid-July. No one will speak in proseWho finds his way to these Parnassian islands. A swan goes by head low with many apologies, Fantastic light looks through the eyes of bridges - And look! a barge comes bringing from AthyAnd other far-flung towns mythologies.O commemorate me with no hero-courageous Tomb - just a canal-bank seat for the passer-by.
― fedora, wherever it may find her (darraghmac), Sunday, 14 September 2014 03:51 (nine years ago) link
I'm just gonna, having let that mature, offer aero or whoever their pick against kavanagh, as a way of getting the ball rolling here
― local eire man (darraghmac), Friday, 20 February 2015 12:39 (nine years ago) link
Dylan Thomas might make a good match-up.
― woof, Friday, 20 February 2015 12:50 (nine years ago) link
but then we're heading towards a poetry 6 nations.
― woof, Friday, 20 February 2015 12:54 (nine years ago) link
nothing wrong with that itd keep the yanks out (not that they'd respect it but no harm setting a stall out maybe)
― local eire man (darraghmac), Friday, 20 February 2015 13:53 (nine years ago) link
all those sonnets that are like, you're super-hot, you should go plow some lady so that your hotness lives on creep me out the worst.― horseshoe, Monday, 1 September 2014 Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
― horseshoe, Monday, 1 September 2014 Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
I look out for this paperbk ed of the sonnets, intro by Germaine Greer.
― xyzzzz__, Friday, 20 February 2015 14:23 (nine years ago) link
feel like Kavanagh/D Thomas/Ted Hughes might be an interesting stand-off (great but not dominant-great, like Yeats or someone), but I'd be uncertain of a Scottish poet to throw in the mix (I think MacDiarmid is too heavy a hitter for them, or his major achievements are more long-form maybe, and then I'm no good on the next step down, like MacCaig and Morgan) & then I wouldn't know at all to pick a French or Italian poet - it'd be names from a hat for me tbh.
Berryman/Plath might be an interesting head-to-head.
― woof, Friday, 20 February 2015 15:38 (nine years ago) link
I dont think there are any bad ideas there tbh I just like reading ilx poetry hedz thrash it out also I think maybe Kavanagh needs some spotlight
― local eire man (darraghmac), Friday, 20 February 2015 15:54 (nine years ago) link
is there a good selection of Yeats' best lyrics? I'm reading through the Collected in full, & there's a lot in the early volumes that seems... unnecessary
then again, it could just be the actual formatting that's throwing me: giant font + poems starting in midpage = the shorter, pithy stuff tends to get lost in the shuffle; combine that with the frustrating similarity of the titles & I end up rereading a whole volume of poems because I can't spot the ones I liked when I'm paging through :/
― bernard snowy, Monday, 6 April 2015 17:20 (nine years ago) link
the recent separate issue of 'the tower' is nice
― j., Monday, 6 April 2015 19:34 (nine years ago) link
yeah I've got that & 'The Winding Stair' in separate volumes (nice cuz they're both good books & the covers are pretty). would love to see this get the same reissued-facsimile treatment:http://www.themargins.net/images2/bib/B/BL/BL17_228.jpg
― bernard snowy, Tuesday, 7 April 2015 03:20 (nine years ago) link
ooh, i didn't know there was another one of those
― j., Tuesday, 7 April 2015 05:23 (nine years ago) link
Depends. How are you defining "early"? No Yeats is complete without "The Sorrow of Fergus" and "Adam's Curse."
― guess that bundt gettin eaten (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Tuesday, 7 April 2015 10:59 (nine years ago) link
you referring to "Fergus and the Druid" or another poem? definitely "early", but perhaps a "dramatic fragment" rather than a "lyric"...
"Adam's Curse" = early-middle Yeats?
I've been reading Harold Bloom's Yeats study in tandem with the Collected, & he draws the line right at the turn of the century, which is convenient; but unlike Bloom, I find much to admire in the 'middle poems' of Responsibilities (1914) & The Green Helmet (1910). I'm somewhat less charmed by 1904's In the Seven Woods, so it's simple enough to shunt that one off to the early track.
― bernard snowy, Tuesday, 7 April 2015 14:03 (nine years ago) link
rosenthal's 'selected poems and four plays' is the standard, right, or used to be? i feel like i may have been recommended it on this board. this thread, possibly.
i just cant with yeats tho in general
― ♛ LIL UNIT ♛ (thomp), Tuesday, 7 April 2015 14:10 (nine years ago) link
Responsibilitie would be my cutoff point, and I'd include several of its poems.
That Bloom book is excellent on among other things Yeats' indebtedness to Shelley.
― guess that bundt gettin eaten (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Tuesday, 7 April 2015 14:13 (nine years ago) link
xp yeah I was just looking at the Rosenthal... it's still like 300 pages tho! & I already have all the plays
I feel like my appreciation of a poet depends heavily on my ability to carry a book around with me for several weeks, reading & rereading during my little snatches of downtime. pocket-sized facsimile editions of The Tower & The Winding Stair have made some inroads towards the later Yeats, but if I want to dip into The Wind Among the Reeds I'm stuck lugging around a 600-page brick :/
― bernard snowy, Tuesday, 7 April 2015 14:23 (nine years ago) link
are you reading this thread on a printout?
― post you had fecund thoughts about (darraghmac), Tuesday, 7 April 2015 16:18 (nine years ago) link
who says he wants to appreciate us
― j., Tuesday, 7 April 2015 20:24 (nine years ago) link