I MADE my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
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Not sure that many famous people could walk naked without an image these days, it is hard to wear your heart on your heart on your sleeve when the world wants more style than substance xD
The sharp point of difference between the elevated mind of a poet and the materialistic people is poignantly presented.
Poem sounds like Yeats laments an epic song he wrote, filled with metaphors and allusion, misused.
To try to interpret another’s work is useful only as a practice. The artist can never truly understand his or her own work, if truly art. We can learn more about a person, hypothetically, by studying their physical nakedness. From art we learn more about ourselves than we could ever know about another soul.
Thanks for that comment. It’s true. A good poem. When we do walk naked we are soon wrapped in the boring perceptions of the world. I will return to the imagination. Let imagination loose: THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore...
what? For the poet more value in doing nothing than in doing something that gets abused? The price of having a name..
Amazing His song a coat that other fools took and made their own, and he would rather go about naked Poetry is a window to one's soul, to grasp this is to understand poetry
Love the ending of this poem: For there is more enterprise in walking naked. Always associated nakedness with shame. Never thought of it in a different way.
I think he's talking about one's persona, protective outer personality. But then people can take it, leaving the person exposed. So I guess he's then saying, screw it, better to be yourself, be naked and be comfortable with it.
An amazing thought process behind this poem. Simple, biting and fun. I wonder how long it took to write.
lol....kikiki.more enterprice in walkin' naked...like a coat your poem is a coat..yeah.thanks.
.............such a prized possession shouldn't be given up so easily...
I think he is talking about the pretentious style of his youth being copied by inferior imitators. Now he prefers to write from the heart, rather than with self-conscious style.
Intriguing.... this has a dreamlike quality but there is something disturbing here to me...the song is placed object like and as if he gifts his song, to swaddle it, almost protect it....mythological embroidery suggests to me that he hoped to protect it and distract others.. its almost like he visualised the title as the coat...heel to throat? overprotective, no way in...fools caught it/ Im guessing stole... as though they wrought rigid wrote i think a play on words here...song... let them take it, like bidding an old friend goodbye more enterprise in walking naked, i think its almost like he just accepted it and realised if he just let go it was his release and he felt they would hopefully feel guilty, smothered in the weight of the coat sorry if i waffle im just trying to make sense of this...
I've read five W. B. Yeats poems tonight and, It is strange to say but, I don’t believe Mr. Yeats’ poetry can be fully understood for at least a century. I believe he made use of poetic devices beyond the current intellectual boundaries of literature. It’s not stylistic, it’s graphed on a different grid and can only be partially appreciated by what can be plotted in ours. I find it jarring that for all my schooling, no instructor read us Yeats. Maybe this is one reason why but, how I wish they had! I see a lack in my life.
I found the ~POEM~ was very, 'soothing'~ with lost's of warmth, and melody.
This is actually in response to an argument between Yeats and George Moore who accused Yeats of being a poser and pretending that he was from a higher social order than he really was. So this is Yeats saying he doesn\'t care about his outward appearance and status, he is sloughing it all off, ridding himself of his coat.
I like poems written by simple words, then only the others can understand what you have written
Pruchnicki - how could anyone “take Yeats’ songs as their own”? You don’t make sense old chap. As for “naked” - if it means anything, it does not mean what you say it does. I cannot see Yeats “dissing” (do you have that word?) his early poetry as bad and dishonest, which is what you are suggesting. He says there is more enterprise in walking naked, which is something else. But what it is he does not say. It could mean he will write no more poetry (after all, the contemporary reader reading this poem, was not to know of what was to come.) .
As another famous poet has said, to thine own self be true. These words, taken to heart, just may be a relief prescription for anxiety.