I tell stories about various things in life through fiction and poetry. I am a regular human being with stories to tell and memories to create.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
In A Parallel World
He sat in a parallel world. Everything seemed alright. Yet, his heart fluttered, Missed yet another beat, The third time today. The clock struck eleven; The monotony continued. Something was amiss, He just wouldn’t recall what.
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 had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
ReplyDeleteAnd nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
-W.B.Yeats
my poem seems like the other side to this one eh? albeit in different style, yet... ;)
ReplyDeleteYou know how to set the mood pretty well, I must say.
ReplyDeleteWell, thank you. I try :)
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