A Dream Of Death Comments

A man faith ment to fall by a web of lies stood tall an showed his truth an yet was not excepted even though trail an error

left her to the indifferent stars above Until I carved these words: i{She was more beautiful than thy first love, } i{But now lies under boards.} A fine poem. tony

A deeply pensive note and also a heartfelt one.

I'm so sorry you are dead before I was born and forgive my audacity for leaving my own words here. I love how the stars were indifferent- aren't they always? - but we feel they belong to us somehow, trapped down here in the dirt as we are; don't even prisoners see the stars and feel a little hope that even that comfort is not completely denied them?

Death never leaves anyone whether one is beautiful or not! Indeed this tribute is more lasting than any other thing one can say. This reveals W B Yeats' philosophic depth in this poem!

" She was more beautiful thy first love But now lies under boards" What a great tribute?

To say a poem on death brilliantly penned is to say nothing. He has a solid narrative adhering to the grammar of poems so valued in those days.

Accustomed hand! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Wondering to lay her in that solitude, And raised above her mound.....// beautifully penned this poem; love it

A cross they had made out of two bits of wood, And planted cypress round; And left her to the indifferent stars above Until I carved these words: superb poem great 10++++++++++++++++++++++

i{She was more beautiful than thy first love, } i{But now lies under boards.}

A magnificent poem by William Butler Yeats....

I guess it's one's poetic way of dying. We all know death is inevitable, but Yeats digs deeper and goes further to create a wonderland for his burial. Nature, love, religion, and language are all carved on his tombstone. What's amazing about Yeats is that he never flows his verses based on shallow interpretations of life. Instead, he lets the audience discover the depth of soul and beauty of language at the same time.

left her to the indifferent stars above- - - - to die an unknown, unmourned and then the only distinction given to the woman was that her face was beautiful.... why does the fact that she was beautiful pain us? but it does. We seem to worship beauty and place it than honor or sweetness. If it had been a plain woman would the lines be as impactful to us?

I find death appealing, just like my granddaughters legs.

Great poem. nice to read

I like this poem it shows high and clear emotion

Marvelous the poem is and I loved it in that sense of love.

...........his dream is so poignantly beautiful.... wonder if dreaming of death has a meaning...

Simply beautiful. Moving