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A Coat
(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

A Coat

I MADE my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world's eyes
As though they'd wrought it.
Song, let them take it,
For there's more enterprise
In walking naked.

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poem of deep invocation
Poem sounds like Yeats laments an epic song he wrote, filled with metaphors and allusion, misused.
wtheck- what is with the ads? ? ?
To try to interpret another’s work is useful only as a practice. The artist can never truly understand his or her own work, if truly art. We can learn more about a person, hypothetically, by studying their physical nakedness. From art we learn more about ourselves than we could ever know about another soul.
what? For the poet more value in doing nothing than in doing something that gets abused? The price of having a name..
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