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Wednesday, December 15, 2004


Lately I've been pondering the concept of aging for some reason. A couple of days ago I looked at my Granfather and realized something that had never dawned on me before, though very obvious. I realized that my Grandfather was becoming old, and that realistically I don't have an abundance of time left with him. That night I went home and found a poem by William Butler Yeats that dealt with the theme of aging and thoughts that come with aging. This following poem is by William Butler Yeats and is on page 1085 in the anthology.

When You Are Old

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.

Age is a delicate a private issue that each individual at some point must face. For many age is a time when there is a lot of time available to reflect upon past relationships as questions of what could have been are wrestled with. The poem appears to deal with the reflection of some sort of relationship. The introduction of grey color imagery at the beginning of the poem immediately sets a tired, somber mood. There is also constant reference to sleep which add to this mood. The speaker is worn out and only has the energy to think and reflect. As the poem goes on the reader also gets the impression that the relationship was somewhat special using reference to eyes which have been related to the soul.
The word love or loved is also used often in this poem. It implies a certain intimacy that was shared and remembered, a lot of emotion towards this relationship. The love seems to be true as the description of her soul uses strong, defined words. It also says that the love prevailed over time and as her appearance changed. The third stanza is a heavy stanza as it introduces the notion of death. Sometimes it becomes too late for us to express our feelings, or too late ot simply talk. We seem to think we have all the time in the world but in essence we're not even guaranteed tomorrow. Because of this poem I also realized something else, that everyone takes with them to the stars secrets and/or certain thoughts of the past.