A Dream Of Death

I DREAMED that one had died in a strange place
Near no accustomed hand,
And they had nailed the boards above her face,
The peasants of that land,
Wondering to lay her in that solitude,
And raised above her mound
A cross they had made out of two bits of wood,
And planted cypress round;
And left her to the indifferent stars above
Until I carved these words:
i{She was more beautiful than thy first love,}
i{But now lies under boards.}

by William Butler Yeats

Comments (12)

I guess it's one's poetic way of dying. We all know death is inevitable, but Yeats digs deeper and goes further to create a wonderland for his burial. Nature, love, religion, and language are all carved on his tombstone. What's amazing about Yeats is that he never flows his verses based on shallow interpretations of life. Instead, he lets the audience discover the depth of soul and beauty of language at the same time.
left her to the indifferent stars above- - - - to die an unknown, unmourned and then the only distinction given to the woman was that her face was beautiful.... why does the fact that she was beautiful pain us? but it does. We seem to worship beauty and place it than honor or sweetness. If it had been a plain woman would the lines be as impactful to us?
I find death appealing, just like my granddaughters legs.
Great poem. nice to read
I like this poem it shows high and clear emotion
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