greykit.poetry — #eternity

• 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
• 1890 [emily-dickinson] Because I could not stop for Death—
  Poems

  Death comes as a courteous gentleman who drives the poet past schoolchildren at play, gazing grain, and a house that seems a swelling of the ground, until centuries feel shorter than a single day.

  #death#immortality#carriage#eternity#1860s