Monday, 28 December 2009
"Politics" by William Butler Yeats
`In our time the destiny of man presents its meanings in
political terms' - Thomas Mann
HOW can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics?
Yet here's a travelled man that knows
What he talks about,
And there's a politician
That has read and thought,
And maybe what they say is true
Of war and war's alarms,
But O that I were young again
And held her in my arms!
I first read this poem in ninth grade and loved it instantly. It's probably telling that my first literary love was an Irish poet. A bit of foreshadowing for my literary soulmate, James Joyce. And here's a recording of Yeats reading his poem "The Lake Isle of Innisfree." Apologies for the creepy animation of Yeats speaking that accompanies it.
I've just recently aka in the last 30 minutes become really into flash mobs. There's a glee one now. But I think the best that I've seen in the one that my girl Sara posted on her blog of the sound of music flash mob in Antwerp. It not only restores my faith in humanity, but also almost makes me like Belgium.