National Poetry Month: William Butler Yates

Thought I’d venture off of the familiar poets to explore a poet that I am not familiar with.  William Butler Yates.  I’m sure that I’m supposed to know who this person is or at least know a poem of his, but I am at a loss.    In reading some of his poetry, I don’t know if he’ll become one of my favorites, but I find them rather interesting.  It would have been nice to at least recognize one of his poems, but maybe it wasn’t mean to be.  So here is one I picked because we are all getting old.  Enjoy!
When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats
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.
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