Saturday, January 26, 2013

“Compare the solitary soul to a swan”

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Mute Swan at Fannie Stebbins Wildlife Refuge,
Longmeadow, Mass.
Image © Quodlibet All rights reserved.

Some moralist or mythological poet
Compares the solitary soul to a swan;
I am satisfied with that,
Satisfied if a troubled mirror show it,
Before that brief gleam of its life be gone,
An image of its state;
The wings half spread for flight,
The breast thrust out in pride
Whether to play, or to ride
Those winds that clamour of approaching night.

—W. B. Yeats (1865-1939), from “Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen”

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