The Song of Wandering Aengus
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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9/28/2019 09:30:49 am
I never really understood why poems are important. Sure, they are a great part of literature, but it is not something that has changed the world. We write poems because of our love and emotions, however, it is not something that will change how we view life. I know that poems are great and all, but I just do not see the relevance of it in an academic setting. Please, do enlighten me with why it is very important to learn poetry.
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