greykit.poetry — #aging

• 1928 [w-b-yeats] Sailing to Byzantium
  The Tower

  Yeats leaves the country of the young and sensual — dying generations caught in their music — and sails to the holy city of Byzantium, asking its gold-mosaic sages to gather him out of nature into the artifice of eternity, a hammered golden bird singing of what is past, or passing, or to come.

  #lyric#aging#art#eternity#1920s
• 1919 [w-b-yeats] The Wild Swans at Coole
  The Wild Swans at Coole

  On his nineteenth October at Coole Park, Yeats counts fifty-nine swans and watches them mount and scatter — unwearied, their hearts not grown old — and wonders where they will delight men's eyes when he wakes to find they have flown away.

  #lyric#aging#beauty#nature#1910s