Among School Children, VIII
Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul
Nor beauty born out of its own despair
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
William Butler Yeats
2 comments:
Dear Duly,
I was Googling for the text of this great poem ("labour blossoming dancing") and found your lovely blog. I noticed though a tiny mis-spelling - Yeat's midnight wisdom is "blear-eyed".
You might enjoy Yeat's A Dialogue Of Self And Soul"
Keep indulging!
Colm.
Corrected. Thanks!
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