I just thought of something I haven't thought of in years. In college, I had a poem posted on my door. I loved it, and I didn't know why I loved it. Now I can't even remember where I first saw it. It's not like most of the poems I love. "Alone" by Edgar Allan Poe is one of my traditional favorites. Various Emily Dickinson poems. Not this. Not Yeats. But I love it.
"The Realists" by William Butler Yeats
Hope that you may understand! What can books of men that wive In a dragon-guarded land, Paintings of the dolphin-drawn Sea-nymphs in their pearly wagons Do, but awake a hope to live That had gone With the dragons?
What do you think? I'd love to discuss it. Maybe I just miss being a student.