WB Yeats quoites

And prayer to shivering prayer

quote about prayer

for men were born to pray and save

ironic about praying

Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone, its with O’Leary in the grave

repeated quote

The names that stilled your childish play

hypocracy about children

for whom the hangmans rope was spun

hangman

wild geese spread

top of stanza 3

the grey wing upon every tide

middle stanza 3

that blood was shed, for this Edward Fitzgerald died, and Robert Emmet and Wolf Tone

quote about old revolution and rebellion guys

loneliness and pain

heroes suffering

some womans yellow hair has maddened every mother’s son

quote about rebels giving little thought to sacrifice

let them be, they’re dead and gone, they’re with O’Leary in the grave

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The trees are in their autumn beauty

setting wsac: metaphor for ageing.

under the october twilight the water mirrors a still skill

light and month wsac. Mood is melancholic + reflective

are nine and fifty swans

Archaic style of counting. SHows his desire and approval for old ireland. shows his loneliness

the nineteenth autumn has come upon me

passage of time. wsac

i have looked upon those brilliant creatures

admiratuion of swans. contrast. swans are bright and full of energy, yeats is growing old

my heart is sore

yeats is growing older wsac and is heartbroken

bell beat of their wings above my head

sound of wings onomatopeoia.

Their hearts have not grown old

contrast wsac to yeats

cold companionable streams

juxtaposition, even thought the water is cold they still have eachother. emphasises their ability to thrive in cold water, they have a mate.

unwearied still lover by lover

swans are nopt tired

when i awake some day to find they have flown away

unrequited love has left yeats alone and unfulfilled. All he has is poetry and he fears losing this gift. He fears that society is leaving him behind

i shall meet my fate

first line aifhd

those that fight… those that I guard

repetition aifhd shows unpatriotiusm

my country is Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen is Kiltartan’s poor

aifhd talks about home

nor law nor duty bade me fight nor public men

aifhd tells us what DIDNT motivate him

impulse of delight drove to this tumult in the clouds

what bro WAS inspire by

a waste of breath

aiafhd pilot thinks war is a waste

I will arise and go now, and go to inisfree

bro is thinking about insifree and wants to be there

small cabin build there

he talks about a lil hut

nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee

beans and honey

bee loud glade

them bees be buzzing up a storm

for peace comes dripping slow

ayo?!

midnights all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow

images of the sky lioif

I will aries and go now, for always night and day

Repeated line at the start liofif

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds

alliteration of ‘L’

on the roadway or on the pavements grey

bro is legit in the city rn

That is no country for old men

Yeats is frustatrated with the world and how it treats elderly people

The salmon falls the mackerel crowded seas

Yeats admires the cycle of life and how its only flaw is mortality

An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattere coat upon a stick

The vulnerability of old men. Yeats rejects physical imperfection in favour or spiritual perfcection

Caught in that sensual music all neglect monuments of unageing intellect

young people don’t care about immortality and our too concnerned on the physical world of the senses

consume my heart away sick with desire and fastened to a dying animal

grotesque and illustrates yeats feeling of old age. his body is dying and he must make himself immortal

once out of nature I shall never take my bodily form from any natural thing

when his soul re enters the world he will come back as art