Welcome to this week’s Poetic Beats with Howard Bond and Davy D, recorded on the 16th of October 2017 on Red Kite Radio.
This week we read and analyse the poem, The Wild Swans at Coole, written by one of the greatest poets of the 20th Century, William Butler Yeats.
It is believed by many that Yeats used this poem to explore the frailty of human life. When the poem was published in 1917 the world was in the grip of The Great War and, having turned fifty, Yeats believed he was entering the twilight of his life.
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The Wild Swans at Coole
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.
The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.
Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.
But now they drift on the still water,
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?
William Butler Yeats.