After Long Silence

Poem By William Butler Yeats

Speech after long silence; it is right,
All other lovers being estranged or dead,
Unfriendly lamplight hid under its shade,
The curtains drawn upon unfriendly night,
That we descant and yet again descant
Upon the supreme theme of Art and Song:
Bodily decrepitude is wisdom; young
We loved each other and were ignorant.

Comments about After Long Silence

WHY use a robot to read this?
It is right! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Personally the more silence the better- - old fools think that their accumulation of years have made them incredibly wise, young fools think their youth fresh and incredibly intelligent.
A beautifully envisioned great poem lauding speaking after a long silence and the experience and maturity given by old age to the persons who were immature and ignorant during youth.
That's a very sophisticated way to place a romantic memory... Age has tarnished me. Romanticism is created only in the mind. And young love is nothing more than lust. And why not? Sex is wonderful. Until you get tired of your partner for this or that. Love is only tolerance. Romanticism only veils that.


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