Sunday, December 9, 2007

I look at you and I sigh ...

I've just learned this poem, by Yeats:

Wine comes in at the mouth
and love comes in at the eye
That's all we shall know for truth
Until we grow old and die
I lift the glass to my mouth
I look at you and I sigh.

Good stuff, Will.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Did you know that although "Will" was oft-used, Yeats' familiars tended to employ "BUT", as their nickname of choice? Thought you might like to chew on that one.