waxing poetic
Yeats... not just for lovers...
"Never shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
Love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair."
"But I can get a hair-dye
And set such colour there,
Brown, or black, or carrot,
That young men in despair
May love me for myself alone
And not my yellow hair."
"I heard an old religious man
But yesternight declare
That he had found a text to prove
That only God, my dear,
Could love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair."
-W.B. Yeats, For Anne Gregory
"Never shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
Love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair."
"But I can get a hair-dye
And set such colour there,
Brown, or black, or carrot,
That young men in despair
May love me for myself alone
And not my yellow hair."
"I heard an old religious man
But yesternight declare
That he had found a text to prove
That only God, my dear,
Could love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair."
-W.B. Yeats, For Anne Gregory
posted by Brett at 12:06 PM
3 Comments:
This takes me back to fourth grade. . . There was a boy named Roy who had a crush on a girl with a big smile and a bigger laugh. Sherry was her name. She had long, wavy hair the color of nutmeg. One day she showed up in class with her hair shorn. Roy's crush on Sherry died that day. . .
A similiar situation -- though not quite -- can be found in Fitzgerald's short story "Bernice Bobs Her Hair."
Excuse me Melody, but I do believe that I resent that comment.
I vote for Brett.
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