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[agiyosiha.livejournal.com]

Reconciliation by William Butler Yeats

Some may have blamed you that you took away
The verses that could move them on the day
When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind
With lightning, you went from me, and I could find
Nothing to make a song about but kings,
Helmets, and swords, and half-forgotten things
That were like memories of you - but now
We'll out, for the world lives as long ago;
And while we're in our laughing, weeping fit,
Hurl helmets, crowns, and swords into the pit.
But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone,
My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone.

Comments

[mewmewmewmewmew.livejournal.com]

yay! this is so good! yeats is great!

[syntheticmuse.livejournal.com]

i like the gone/Gonne pun in this poem. heh. s.

[bluerosesgirl.livejournal.com]

One wonders if marriage is a binding to another, or a binding away from the rest? Distance is made harder by uncertainty.

[agiyosiha.livejournal.com]

I think marriage is oft a superfluous societal mechanism, if perhaps not entirely obsolete. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for monogamous relationships, and I believe there are occasions when such dyadic engagements are appropriate, but this institution, if you want to call it that, seems rushed into and unconsidered by most of its participants. People get married off the cuff and too young, with little foresight and much naïveté, and the shebang is frequently endured for all the wrong reasons.

I respect people who stay married, who nurse and tender their relationships with understanding and warmth, and I applaud the hell out of those who fight for things, but I am hard-pressed to stomach cheers for people who hold onto unhappiness and discontent because of some ceremony.

Marriage is really immaterial. If you want to be together, be together. It's really that simple.