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William Wordsworth

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“The Flower That Smells The Sweetest Is Shy And Lowly.”

-William Wordsworth

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Byzantium( W.B Yeats)

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The unpurged images of day recede;
The Emperor’s drunken soldiery are abed;
Night resonance recedes, night-walkers’ song
After great cathedral gong;
A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains
All that man is,
All mere complexities,
The fury and the mire of human veins.
Before me floats an image, man or shade,
Shade more than man, more image than a shade;
For Hades’ bobbin bound in mummy-cloth
May unwind the winding path;
A mouth that has no moisture and no breath
Breathless mouths may summon;
I hail the superhuman;
I call it death-in-life and life-in-death.
Miracle, bird or golden handiwork,
More miracle than bird or handiwork,
Planted on the starlit golden bough,
Can like the cocks of Hades crow,
Or, by the moon embittered, scorn aloud
In glory of changeless metal
Common bird or petal
And all complexities of mire or blood.
At midnight on the Emperor’s pavement flit
Flames that no faggot feeds, nor steel has lit,
Nor storm disturbs, flames begotten of flame,
Where blood-begotten spirits come
And all complexities of fury leave,
Dying into a dance,
An agony of trance,
An agony of flame that cannot singe a sleeve.
Astraddle on the dolphin’s mire and blood,
Spirit after spirit! The smithies break the flood,
The golden smithies of the Emperor!
Marbles of the dancing floor
Break bitter furies of complexity,
Those images that yet
Fresh images beget,
That dolphin-torn, that gong-tormented sea.
W. B. Yeats, “Byzantium” from The Poems of William Butler Yeats 

 

(William Butler Yeats[a] (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939) was an Irish poet and one of the foremost figures of 20th-century literature. A pillar of both the Irish and British literary establishments, he helped to found the Abbey Theater, and in his later years served as a Senator of the Irish Free State for two terms. Yeats was a driving force behind the Irish Literary Revival)

Fear of woman in window
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Dreams of Fear

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Dreams of Fear

Haunted by a terrifying image
Of an old lady crackled withered
Ogling at me through holes in the window
For every Sunday night as I fell into
Sweet slumber, a shadow, an image so dark
Looked straight to me, menacingly
Insidiously it too stood by the window
An odor of rotten flesh, decomposing laughter
Filled the hollow air wandering
Terror plagued body when thought
Of shutting eyes, in a tongue alien
She babbled incoherent verses
Startling codes would appear in the empty air
Days, weeks passed unable to break the spell
Fear of an impending doom, fright struck my heart
Refusing to bow down, mustered the strength
For a close encounter one dark night
Slept early for a rendezvous so common
As closed my eyes, a bright topaz light
Visible before me, sight so grotesque
Awestruck but pretend least affected
I dared to outshine in her own game
We both stared piercingly into other’s eyes
Without flickering for a second, her babbles
Met with my jabbers, today I will face you down
And sneered at her maneuvers, till first rays of dawn
Blinded my eye to witness the image vanished
The last encounter parted ways
The prophecy of doom was over
Spell of horror was broken,
A valuable lesson learned in life
When met with fear, look straight!