sábado, 10 de julho de 2010

Where My Books go, by William Butler Yeats


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thedeadpoets | 27 de Março de 2008
This poem was written by William Butler Yeats in the late 19th century. Yeats is one of the most celebrated English language poets of all time. His poetry emphasized symbolism and imagery, tackling grand immaterial ideas with tangible verse.

This poem celebrates the wonder and magic of words, and how they can find people wherever they may be. It is a celebration of the fact that reading takes us places we would never have visited otherwise; reading can find us in our small towns and cluttered apartments in the middle of cement jungles and lift us out into the world.

I hope everyone is inspired to go forth and have words find you, wherever you are.

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Where My Books go, by William Butler Yeats

ALL the words that I utter,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their wings untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,
And sing to you in the night,
Beyond where the waters are moving,
Storm-darken'd or starry bright.

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9/Jul 23:05
Carmen diz:

UM BOM FIM DE SEMANA, VICTOR! UM BEIJINHO :D
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megansspark | 16 de Outubro de 2008
poem by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
various artworks available at wikimedia commons
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