That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees,
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.”
-William Butler Yeats, “Sailing to Byzantium”
What’s that you say? An excuse to post #IrishPoetry ? Don’t mind if I do...
One done one to go .. tradition here is we put this tree 🌲 at the front of the house as my lovely M.I.L. would have done. She is sadly no longer with is and this is the first Xmas without my F.I.L. who only passed away recently. Although very sad not having them in our lives anymore they re never forgotten and they loved Christmas with their grand children Happy Christmas Margaret & Hugh 💕 #memories#treasured#lovedones#family#christmas#2018#ireland
Una delle cose più belle dei fari è che nonostante i momenti bui ci ricordano sempre che arriverà una luce ad illuminarci e guidare la nostra barca... Ci ricorda che non siamo soli e che c'è un'anima fidata che ci lancia un segnale. Cogliere quel segnale ci fa sentire che nessuna distanza è incolmabile.
Auguri a noi e alla nostra storia entrata in piena adolescenza ormai😍... Ed auguri a tutti i "fari" del mondo.