Friday, August 17, 2007

Poetry Friday

My contribution to Poetry Friday today comes at the end of Atticus's first week back at school. He started back to work on Monday, and students arrived on Wednesday.

We miss him already, and this poem makes me think about settling in with him tonight and chatting about our week.

A Drinking Song
by William Butler Yeats

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.


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7 comments:

Kelly Fineman said...

I love that poem -- and it's so evocative of motherhood somehow, even though I'm sure that's not what Yeats was on about!

Suzanne Temple said...

Great poem, Karen!

Liz said...

Boy school starts early in your neck of the woods. The kids around here have another week plus of summer vacation, and even that is starting earlier than we did when we were kids. I hope they get out earlier in the spring as well.

A.E. Atticus said...

And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.

TadMack said...

Oh, that is so sweet.

This neck of the woods, the kids also went back to school on Wednesday. And so it begins for another year.

Jennifer said...

I hope your husband's first week back was enjoyable - have a great weekend together.

Jane Ramsey said...

Very cool poem.