Daily Sip - The Ragged Wood

THE RAGGED WOOD

O HURRY where by water among the trees
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,
When they have but looked upon their images --
Would none had ever loved but you and I!

Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed
Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,
When the sun looked out of his golden hood? --
O that none ever loved but you and I!

O hurry to the ragged wood, for there
I will drive all those lovers out and cry --
O my share of the world, O yellow hair!
No one has ever loved but you and I.

-W.B. Yeats

Ho ho ho, I see a me reference in there ;)

Nature poems suck.

/wink

This poem read more like a love poem , and I feel the poem had so many new ways of looking at romantic scenes that some of the harsher critics of this site may even forgive the use of the four letter cliches'

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It definitely seems to have that young love theme: "Nobody else has ever been so.... connected. Not in all the history of time!" We've all been there, probably. Usually at around age 17.

Poets and their obsessions with yellow-haired maidens. Humph. Yeats, you disappoint me.