When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look, Your eyes hadonce, and of their shadows deep. I believe many people are on this song I have a bit of an impression, in Yeats’s writing, how sacred and great love is, "How many people have loved your youthful films, loved your beauty, with hypocrisy or true love, the only one who loves your pilgrim Heart, love the traces of the years on your sorrowful face." I can only sigh after reading these beautiful sentences. In Yeats's poems, even the breakup is so emotional: "Your eyes, which have never tired of me, are sadly hidden in the drooping eyelids, because love has faded."
Yeats's poems have mostly faded. They were all written to the beautiful Leid Gun, the mortal fairy who made young Yeats crazy! Yeats may not have much dreams at that time, but when he faced Leide Gang, he longed to be a good man one day, because he loved her, and she was in the world— No, it is the most beautiful woman in the entire history of mankind. The power of love is endless, and Yeats won the Nobel Prize for Literature in the end.
Ha ha, the lovely Yeats, the great Yeats, the affectionate William Butler Yeats, I love Yeats's poetry even more. There are many comments on Yeats. People often appreciate Oden’s phrase "turn a curse into a vineyard", but I am even more fond of it, but it is the paragraph by Cholet McLean:
You get the opportunity, William
use your language of opportunity
because of the brave and beautiful
at your side erected a flagpole
you recognize them in some way
, but the mouth is also linked to an excuse
that does not excuse your poem was ruined
anyway, everyone excuse
me love Yeats in his poem to sleep in his poem fantasy, in his poem giggle, walking in his poem, to spend my life in his poetry, in his poem Do all the wonderful things like a fairy tale...
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