William Butler Yeats (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)
Poems by William Butler Yeats : 9 / 402
A Drinking Song
WINE comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
William Butler Yeats
Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001
Edited: Tuesday, May 15, 2001
Read poems about / on: truth, song, love
Poems by William Butler Yeats : 9 / 402
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He died in his seventies
How sad that that was all he knew of truth, and to die so young so sad.
Short and accurate, perfect.
Simply terrific, i.e. both simple and terrific.Beauty is perceived as truth thanks to el vino. Yeats is saying that's all we know on earth, and all we need to know.The qualities here characterise some of his best poems, especially those of the last period of his life.
short and expansive at the same time....loved is way of expressing....
new poems need new words: beyondtiful
Amen, Sheila......so wonderful!