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65th Virtual Poetry Circle

Welcome to the 65th Virtual Circle!

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.

Our classic poem for today is from W.B. Yeats:

When You Are Old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Let me know your thoughts, ideas, feelings, impressions. Let’s have a great discussion…pick a line, pick an image, pick a sentence.

I’ve you missed the other Virtual Poetry Circles. It’s never too late to join the discussion.

  • I wish I would have studied this one in school. There’s something beautiful and sad about it.
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  • I’ve been waiting to understand more about this poem since college! It seems so narcissistic to take down a book and remember when you were beautiful and everyone, including this one writer, was in love with you. And it seems so uncharacteristically meek for Yeats, to say oh well, you’ll treasure my memory when you’re old and gray. I guess that’s the point, but it doesn’t seem to me to hang together as well as most of his poems do.
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  • Mary Maddox

    I’m delighted to come across this poem, which I loved in college. I dreamed of someone who would “love the pilgrim soul” in me.