Art & Yeats: the Wild Swans at Coole

Yeats.jpg

Come with me on an experiment into the world of poetry. During my time at Goddard, I wrote a lot of things, but the coolest (besides the novel) is a hybrid cross-genre of poetry and review. In this piece, I bounce off of William Butler Yeats. Come and join me in a strange land where writers of the present commune with wordsmiths of the past.

Art & Yeats: The Wild Swans at Coole

Emotion-invoking poetry

Unlocks the brain

Through brevity, rhyme and rhythm.

Yeats assembles words

Decadently, mysteriously, magically,

Touching the core of the soul

In a way nothing else can.

Poetry is the breath of life.

Yeats’ poetry is time travel:

In one moment I transport to

Coole (1) then Kiltaran Cross (13) and beyond.

Imagery tickles the imagination:

“The trees are in their autumn beauty, /

The woodland paths are dry, /

“Under the October twilight the water

Mirrors a still sky” (1).

My heart lights up like fireflies in July.

Like his man, his words

“took all my heart for speech” (12).

“Be passionate” he says (23).

“[Sing] till stars began to fade” (18).

I’m not a rhymer, but I love the dance of rhythm on a page.

“You have measured out the road that the soul treads /

When it has vanished from our natural eyes; /

That you have talked with apparitions” (35).

My heart reacts first, then my mind

To words and feels I cannot describe.

“For those that love the world serve it /

In action” (83).

Art, he says,

“Is but a vision of reality” (83)

My mind cannot fathom the depths inside some of his vision,

Nevertheless, I try

“And trace these characters upon the sands” (84),

But like sand paintings, they do not last.

I grasp to hold, but must let go.

He steals my heart:

“May handle nothing and set eyes on nothing /

But what the great and passionate have used /

Throughout so many varying centuries” (86).

Yeats poems translate through history

They dance in our minds because he is humanity—we all want to touch souls.

 

This book rates three stars.

yellow-star-hiyellow-star-hiyellow-star-hi

 

Works Cited

Yeats, W.E. The Wild Swans at Coole. Norwood, Mass: Bibliolife, LLC. n.d. McMillan

Company, 1919. Print.

©2017 Darlene Reilley All Rights Reserved.

Advertisements

About Darlene Reilley

Hey, I'm Darlene Reilley. I am a writer living in the Pacific Northwest. If you're looking for writing prompts, inspiration, and a fellow writer to commiserate with, you've come to the right place.
This entry was posted in Book Reviews, Writers, Writing Secrets and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s