"Oil and Blood," Yeats
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More Yeats. Posting this one because it's very short and bizarre and seems little-known. I'm finding that Yeats used the word "blood" all the time, in lots of poems, and "beast" too, and there seems to be a symbolic link there from which I want to puzzle out some meaning.
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In tombs of gold and lapis lazuli
Bodies of holy men and women exude
Miraculous oil, odour of violet.
But under heavy loads of trampled clay
Lie bodies of the vampires full of blood;
Their shrouds are bloody and their lips are wet.
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In tombs of gold and lapis lazuli
Bodies of holy men and women exude
Miraculous oil, odour of violet.
But under heavy loads of trampled clay
Lie bodies of the vampires full of blood;
Their shrouds are bloody and their lips are wet.
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Date: 2011-10-01 07:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-01 07:41 pm (UTC)He was certainly more than a little woo, and sometimes it's hard (or maybe not even worthwhile) to disentangle what's metaphorical/political in his poetry from what's straight-up occult. He seems to have had a justifiable obsession with the idea that some kind of inherent bestial violence is an urge lying dormant in human blood. "Odour of blood when Christ was slain / Made all Platonic tolerance vain / And vain all Doric discipline."
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Date: 2011-10-02 12:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-02 03:30 pm (UTC)