Against Unworthy Praise

O HEART, be at peace, because
Nor knave nor dolt can break
What's not for their applause,
Being for a woman's sake.
Enough if the work has seemed,
So did she your strength renew,
A dream that a lion had dreamed
Till the wilderness cried aloud,
A secret between you two,
Between the proud and the proud.
What, still you would have their praise!
But here's a haughtier text,
The labyrinth of her days
That her own strangeness perplexed;
And how what her dreaming gave
Earned slander, ingratitude,
From self-same dolt and knave;
Aye, and worse wrong than these.
Yet she, singing upon her road,
Half lion, half child, is at peace.

by William Butler Yeats

Comments (13)

nicely composing and heart touching words stitched superb dream...
A sensitive and delicate piece of work. I've been to Paris and can so well identify it all.
This is such a lyrical poem- it could be put to music and sung in the heart. It charmed me with its simplicity and its pure sparkling joy. Rain on me, I don't care because it's French rain and that is the essence of romance and the essence of this poem. I loved its vivid and moving images, I love how it glows with color, light, and beauty. I love how it expresses a joyous delight in life.
I googled for an hour trying to find if there was a person called Ninette- to the best of my knowledge after seeking the answer to this burning question, there are references to Ninette in fashionable French sewing circles - I think it's like references to Betty Crocker in cooking circles, not a real person.
The little shower is done. Thanks for sharing.
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