Yeats, Symbols.

Sometimes, one just needs Yeats.*

A storm-beaten old watch-tower,
A blind hermit rings the hour.

All-destroying sword-blade still
Carried by the wandering fool.

Gold-sewn silk on the sword-blade,
Beauty and fool together laid.

* I was also briefly contemplating paring this with something from Keats, if only for the false rhyme. But Keats is mostly insufferable, really.


3 Responses to “Yeats, Symbols.”

  1. Daniel Goldberg Says:

    I read a Yeats poem to my daughter every few nights before she goes to sleep.

    “What Then” is one of the greatest poems ever written. Yeats is a master.

    Keats is less so, but he has a few nice Romantic poems here and there (Byron, but no Keats, eh? You are a complicated person, Paul Gowder). Plus his TB makes for interesting study from a literature & medicine perspective.

  2. Paul Gowder Says:

    I think that Byron appreciated Keats because he represented the purity and innocence that Byron felt lacking in his own self. I, however, am more reconciled to my own fallenness.

    In other news! You, O’ Pain scholar, should come to this!

  3. Daniel Goldberg Says:

    Between you and I, I’m miffed they didn’t ask me to present. About 80% kidding, there.

    Seriously, I would love to but Palo Alto is hardly just around the corner. I do wish they would webcast it. My interest as to pain and neuroimaging, however, has little to do with the courtroom per se, and much much more to do with the undertreatment of pain, which I think is much more pressing from a moral perspective.

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