Showing posts with label W. B. Yeats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label W. B. Yeats. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

BOY RIDING HOME BEFORE DAWN / ANOTHER WORLD






















"There is
another world,
but it is in this one."
-- W. B. Yeats

"There is another world, but it is in this one."
—W. B. Yeats


or

"There is
another world,
but it is in this one."
-- Paul Eluard

“There is another world and it is in this one,” Paul Éluard wrote.

I like this quote. Does anyone know for sure whose words these are?

Then there is:

Oh, the gentlemen are talking and the midnight moon is on the riverside,
They're drinking up and walking and it is time for me to slide.
I live in ANOTHER WORLD where life and death are memorized,
Where the earth is strung with lovers' pearls and all I see are dark eyes.

A cock is crowing far away and another soldier's deep in prayer,
Some mother's child has gone astray, she can't find him anywhere.
But I can hear another drum beating for the dead that rise,
Whom nature's beast fears as they come and all I see are dark eyes.

They tell me to be discreet for all intended purposes,
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.
But I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized,
All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.

Oh, the French girl, she's in paradise and a drunken man is at the wheel,
Hunger pays a heavy price to the falling gods of speed and steel.
Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies,
A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes.

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(1-hour drawing by Old Girl Of The North Country using Appleworks6 "Painting" and iBookG4 trackpad. Click on drawing for image with better resolution. I still haven't figured out why the image degrades when I save it)