WINE comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
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Little package, greater on the inside. I like the shorter Yeats. People who have too much on their minds must keep it at bay, or fall in a bay of disarray and contradiction in terms, although truth is involved.
Wine comes at mouth and Love comes in at the eye" Outstanding flight of imagery and equally outstanding style of expression.
Add a comment.very short poem..its very nice... nice explanation of eyes and mouth...
Images of eyes and mouth ... It is what you see that you will say. Good piece of poem! Sylva.
infatuation, love, admiration desire all are simple and complex at the same time. The poem perfectly captures the the indescribable feeling with a simple sigh.
Kill me, bury me and turn me into earth Hit me with a spade, turn me on a wheel Burn me and give me to a vintner to fill Put your lips on my mouth to drink the wine. Omar al Khayyam.
The true measure of a poem's greatness is that the only words used are those necessary to convey the poet's message. Yeats could have spoiled this by describing the wine or his love. He chose not to, and we are eternally grateful for his brevity. To slake the dust with grape and to sigh at one's love, what more do we need?
Maybe all humanity should do it...why don't they?