If music be the of food of love, play on … ©William Shakespeare
In, I’m not
Out, I am
How do you know
When to stay or go
Here, yet not
There, perhaps
Always, out
Factual
Venture in
Test waters
Stretch too far
Out of the loop
2017©Isadora DeLaVega
Daily Prompt – Loop
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When You Are Old
When you are old and gray 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.
©WilliamButlerYeats
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Poem ‘When You are Old’ by William Butler Yeats
This poem was written for Maud Goone for which he had a vey complicated relationship of unrequited love. In deep depression from the death of her two year old he wrote the poem.
She was an Irish revolutionary who ended up marrying another man despite many proposals from Yeats. He himself would go on to marry another, but many see ‘When You Are Old’ as a poem highlighting the failed relationship with Goone.
The poem is seen as one that is filled with love, but the last stanza is dark; the speaker is reminding his former mistress that their love did not last, and this is something she should regret for the rest of her life.
William Butler Yeats, widely considered one of the greatest poets of the English language, received the 1923 Nobel Prize for Literature.
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Daily Prompt – Gray
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His touch sent chills through her body.
She had waited months to have these feelings.
In no way could she have imagined the tenderness of his touch.
Others had told her to prepare for it.
She thought she had.
No, it wasn’t what she’d prepared for.
She knew it was an intimate love that only she could feel.
Especially, when she held him.
Forever, she would remember the warm fondness they were sharing.
She’d carry it in her heart, selfishly, forever.
But, for now, she’d enjoy these moments of lovingly holding her son.
Alone.
2017©Isadora De La Vega
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The Daily Post – Lovingly