THE LAMENTATION OF THE OLD PENSIONER
W.B.Yeasts |
YEATS, W (illam) B ( ulter ) ( 1985-1939) , Irish poet and
dramatist . He spent a large part of his
life in London, although his interest in Irish cultural and politic al life
remained constant. He was a co - founder of the Irish National Theater company
(later based at the abbey theater in Dublin), and his play the Countess Cathleen)
began the Irish theatrical revival. he was also
prominent in Ireland cultural and
literary revival. Which takes its name from his collection of stories
The Celtic Twilight (1983) In his poetry
,the elaborate style of his earlier work was influenced by the Pre-Raphaelites,
while his later work used a sparser, more lyrical , style and was
influenced by symbolism, as well as by
his interest in mysticism and the occult .His best - known collections from
this later period are The Tower (1928) , including the poems , “ Sailing to
Byzantium “ and : Leda and the Swan ,” and The Winding Stair ( 1929) Yeast served
as a senator of the Irish Free State
(1922-28) and was awarded the Nobel Prize for literature in 1923.
This poem (1938) is a
revised version of Yeast ‘s earlier poem “ The Old Pensioner “ (1890) .It presents
the poet’s reminiscences of his young life which become more agonizing when he
looks at his present state and contrasts his time of youth with his state in
the old age .
Although I shelter form the rain
Under a broken tree
My chair was nearest to the fire
In every company
That talked on Love
or politics,
Ere Time transfigured me.
Though lands are making pikes again
For some conspiracy,
And crazy rascals rage their fill
At human tyranny, my contemplation are of Time
That has transfigured me.
There’s not a woman turns her face
Upon a broken tree, and yet the beauties that I loved
Are in my memory;
I spit into the face
of Time
That has transfigured me.
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