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larryhammerFor Poetry Monday, a bit of prime late Celtic Twilight work from the brother of the more famous Jack:
The Everlasting Voices, W.B. Yeats
O sweet everlasting Voices, be still;
Go to the guards of the heavenly fold
And bid them wander obeying your will,
Flame under flame, till Time be no more;
Have you not heard that our hearts are old,
That you call in birds, in wind on the hill,
In shaken boughs, in tide on the shore?
O sweet everlasting Voices, be still.
From his 1899 collection The Wind Among the Reeds. I will never get tired of that joke about Willie’s younger brother, whose career as artist and illustrator was seriously taking off around that time.
—L.
Subject quote from Alive and Kicking, Simple Minds.
The Everlasting Voices, W.B. Yeats
O sweet everlasting Voices, be still;
Go to the guards of the heavenly fold
And bid them wander obeying your will,
Flame under flame, till Time be no more;
Have you not heard that our hearts are old,
That you call in birds, in wind on the hill,
In shaken boughs, in tide on the shore?
O sweet everlasting Voices, be still.
From his 1899 collection The Wind Among the Reeds. I will never get tired of that joke about Willie’s younger brother, whose career as artist and illustrator was seriously taking off around that time.
—L.
Subject quote from Alive and Kicking, Simple Minds.