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,

by William Butler Yeats Click to read full poem

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Death never leaves anyone whether one is beautiful or not! Indeed this tribute is more lasting than any other thing one can say. This reveals W B Yeats' philosophic depth in this poem!
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The parting lines stands up..Reminding is that being more beautiful than others doesn't spare her from death...All come to pass.. beauty and all that belongs to earth.
" She was more beautiful thy first love But now lies under boards" What a great tribute?
The second line is compact in meaning. A good poem this is though I think I fail to get all out of it. But it gave me a good reading.
To say a poem on death brilliantly penned is to say nothing. He has a solid narrative adhering to the grammar of poems so valued in those days.
Accustomed hand! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Wondering to lay her in that solitude, And raised above her mound.....// beautifully penned this poem; love it
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: superb poem great 10++++++++++++++++++++++
i{She was more beautiful than thy first love, } i{But now lies under boards.}
A magnificent poem by William Butler Yeats....
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
Marvelous the poem is and I loved it in that sense of love.
...........his dream is so poignantly beautiful.... wonder if dreaming of death has a meaning...
Simply beautiful. Moving
Sometimes I am amazed how some great poems get relatively low ratings by members. Just the structure of the poem itself is brilliant. This was back when poets cared about metre and rhyme. The odd numbered lines are about 10 syllables (or beats) & the even number lines are about 5 beats. The poem just flows so well when you read it. The structure gives it a rhythm. The poems plot (if that's what the idea of a poem is called) is touching too. A women dies in a strange place with strangers whom do not know her and do not know what Yeats knows about her. She is a beautiful and magnificent person to Yeats, but to them she is just a stranger of no significance. She is buried by strangers & even the stars are indifferent to her. Think about that next time your walking through a graveyard, passing gravestones without thought. These may be the bodies of faceless people long dead, but to someone they were fathers, mothers, siblings, lovers, someone's first love and someone's last love. Someone who lived, breathed, and dreamed. O death in life, so sad, so strange, the days that are no more.