I never suggested that you did. Apologies if you got this impression. I was merely clarifying my earlier statement.Originally Posted by ktd222
I never suggested that you did. Apologies if you got this impression. I was merely clarifying my earlier statement.
I have to get to work. Yes, even on Sunday.We can pick this up later if you want.
Until the Cheated Eye
Shuts arrogantly -- in the Grave --
Another way -- to see --
Yes, she is currently shutting her eye arrogantly.. until the grave when that action will stop. Makes me think there should be a (,) after the word UNTIL.
I now have a new understanding of the word Exquisite, thanks to Ktd, which wasn't in any of my brain cells before. So, it shed a new light. This part, I think is a very good reason to analyse, pay close attention, and thereby increase ours and other's awareness.
Art is art.
I don't know about this. The word 'shuts' is abrupt. Not like shutting which connnotates a 'process happening.'Yes, she is currently shutting her eye arrogantly.. until the grave when that action will stop
Jackyyy - Would you like to post one for this week? I don't think you have yet.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
You're right. I could have indicated a continual 'shutting abruptly' process, which will still never come out quite the same way as her one word. The tense, location and reference is clearer now, thanks again to your analysis. It also made me realize, and kind of stupidily on my part, that if we do not know all meanings and derivates for any given word, we will conjur up different pictures to satisfy a solution in our brain. On the other hand, I agree with Xamonas, and my kaleidoscopic view from this poem is still the one that satisfies my analysis, given my limitations (I am not the author), overall understanding of the author, the theme and the content - my colour blue is not the same as another's.
Thanks for the offer Virgil, I would love to. I have many poems that have stuck with me over many years, I would enjoy that. However, I have only been here two weeks and I am still learning a lot. Maybe in a few months when I am a little more confident of what I am talking about.
Art is art.
I had an epiphany while looking at this quote by Xamonas:
Their Graspless manners -- mock us --
Until the Cheated Eye
Shuts arrogantly -- in the Grave --
Another way -- to see --
Maybe 'Their Graspless manners-' refers to--every way of 'trying' in stanzas 1,2,4,5, to grasp the transcendent element of tint:
S1: the purchasing
S2: the grabbing
S4: the eager look
S5: the pleading by the Summer
All these ways to reason 'The Tint' are graspless, because we find out in S3 that 'The Moments of Dominion that happen on our Soul' is itself graspless. 'The Moments of Dominion' by chance reveals itself-we don't have any control over this transcendent element of the Tint.
The Pleading of the Summer --
That other Prank -- of Snow --
That Cushions Mystery with Tulle,
For fear the Squirrels -- know.
But our impression that the Squirrels may know(I don't know why squirrels) among the others mentioned 'mocks us,' until we ourselves are deceived(cheated) into believing comprehending of 'The Moments of Dominion' must be through these ways: S1, S2, S3, S4.
Their Graspless manners -- mock us --
Until the Cheated Eye
Shuts arrogantly -- in the Grave --
Another way -- to see --
Therefore: the deceived Eye shuts arrogantly '-in the grave-' with these impressions-bound by these impressions-excuse me for this cliche: seeing is believing. Or any of the '--another way--to see--' shown above.
There you are! I incorporated all of our opinions in to one anwer. Do we agree?
OK, then I'm going to jump in and pick one of my favorite of all time. I'm sorry if Yeats has been done before, us looking at this one.Thanks for the offer Virgil, I would love to. I have many poems that have stuck with me over many years, I would enjoy that. However, I have only been here two weeks and I am still learning a lot. Maybe in a few months when I am a little more confident of what I am talking about.
Somebody give it a start.Sailing to Byzantium by William Butler Yeats
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.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
OK, I'm pretty much on board.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Aye.. I've had enough of squirrels cheating and mocking me, I fear them exquisitely. I'd be vest off in a grave to see it another way. This looks good, Virgil. Once I get me paying job out the way.... I'll mock it in a graspless manner, hehe.
Art is art.
"THAT is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations-"
This is how I feel about the Forum.
Yes, I understand."THAT is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
- Those dying generations-"
This is how I feel about the Forum.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Sorry, Virgil but I’ve grown to like Yeats less and less over the years. The problem I have with this poem is that it offers artifice as a preference to the natural. Certain lines stand out (as they often do in Yeats) but he comes across as a bit of a fart to me. The poem has been called ‘Romantic’ but I would have to agree with a less modern Romantic:
“Not in Utopia, subterranean fields, --
Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where!
But in the very world, which is the world
Of all of us, -- the place where in the end
We find our happiness, or not at all!”
The Prelude (1850) bk. 12, 1. 204
Yes, I can see the fear of growing old and I can ‘enjoy’ the unembellished image of “A tattered coat upon a stick” but can he really be serious about that golden bird?
I am not sure what fits with people in this forum, but here is an idea you can shoot down. D.H.L. TEASE ?.. that should be.. well.... more than interesting...
Art is art.
Thanks for posting the poem Virg. I had an Irish professor as an undergrad who had us memorize a few significant chunks of the Yeats cannon, and this was one of them. I had to recite it in front of the class, so I became accutely aware of how well the sound of it flows, completely independent of the meaning. Some of those lines just please the ear, like finally wrought artifacts, as though the poem as a whole were demonstrating its part in the "artifice of eternity." I'll have to think a little and post some better (more coherent?) comments a little later.
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