WHEN YOU WILL BE OLD: Poetry, by William Butler Yeats

WHEN YOU WILL BE OLD

When you’re old, wavering between fire and waking take this book, read it unhurriedly and dreams of the sweetness of your eyes for a time, and their shadows. How many loved your sweet grace of that time, and the beauty of a true or false love. But one only loved your soul pilgrim, and the torture of your trascolorante face. Curved, therefore, on this your charcoal grill and you say to yourself, quietly, “Love, here’s how you run up the mountains, and hide your tears in a swarm of stars.”

(William Butler Yeats)

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