Today’s title is from a famous poem of  William Butler Yeats.

storm in blue

 Tuesdays postings are often a little dire and troubling around here, and so,  after yesterday’s acknowledgment of the moral mess we’ve allowed in our nation, it might be a good time to look at us, more deeply,  through a poet’s eyes.

And so, today’s posting is dedicated — with most gentle regard — to the My Friend Who Professes to Dislike Poetry:   We arise from the same generation, you and I, of whom Yeats writes of here.

child dancing

The name of this poem is “TO A CHILD DANCING IN THE WIND.”

Dance there upon the shore

What need have you to care

For wind or water’s roar?

And tumble out your hair

That the salt drops have wet;

Being young you have not known

The fool’s triumph, nor yet

Love lost as soon as won.

Nor the best labourer dead

And all the sheaves to bind.

What need have you do dread

The monstrous crying of wind?

There’s something for everyone in that poem. 

It’s for those  who know but don’t know what to do.

It’s for those  who don’t know because they choose not to.

It’s for those who are immature of mind and want to be led along, as children,  by the Monstrous Crying of the Wind.

child in prison

William Butler Yeats –  he nailed our poor, sad century, and the stormy shores we walk upon.

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