Favorite Poems
Throughout My Life
80: “The Wild Swans at Coole,” 1917, by
William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)
My dad was
four when this appeared—
His family
farm in Oregon
Was where my
dad was firmly reared.
He could not
then have come upon
The words of
Yeats there on the farm
Back then in
1917.
But I can
think so (what’s the harm?)—
And love to
think about that scene!
It was a
year or so ago
That I began
to memorize
These
gorgeous words (oh, how they flow!)
That move
and also humanize.
And now I
mumble them each day—
Before I’ve
even fully dressed.
And guess
that this is just the way
That I can show that I’m impressed!
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