328th Virtual Poetry Circle

Welcome to the 328th Virtual Poetry Circle!

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

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s book 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.

This poem 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.

What do you think?


  1. http://Beth%20Hoffman says

    Outstanding poem and the narration is so wonderful that I got the chills! Thanks so much for sharing this.

  2. http://Anna%20(Diary%20of%20an%20Eccentric) says

    Do you know who’s reading it? I love his voice.