Saturday, August 28, 2010

All ways give all the Heart (After Yeats)

Never Give All The Heart by William Butler Yeats

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy. Kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.

Always Give All The Heart by Simon Bucher-Jones

Always Give All The Heart, for otherwise
What good is fickle gain in any guise
From passions barely felt, in dreamlike flow,
The feelings may arise but as swift go.
What lounge-lizard-like women frightened Yeats?
With scarlet lip gloss or forbidden treats,
That he must hold aside his heart's full love
To counterplay their gambits when they move,
For fear of what? That he might somehow lose
His heart to smoothness or to fuck-me shoes?
No, no heart can be harmed by giving all.
A whole heart will resist the hardest fall.
Only those hearts that are but partly given
Will break asunder: they're already riven.

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