Reconciliation (by William Butler Yeats)

Yeats [by George Charles Beresford, 1911]
Reconciliation
by William Butler Yeats
from The Green Helmet and Other Poems [Dundrum: Cuala Press, 1910]
Some may have blamed you that you took away
The verses that could move them on the day
When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind
With lightning, you went from me, and I could find
Nothing to make a song about but kings,
Helmets, and swords, and half-forgotten things
That were like memories of you—but now
We'll out, for the world lives as long ago;
And while we're in our laughing, weeping fit,
Hurl helmets, crowns, and swords into the pit.
But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone,
My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone.
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This poem fits my life today, such a gift, thank you, muc appreciated...
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just a though sir:
reconcile (ˈrɛkənˌsaɪl)
— vb (usually foll by to )
1. to make (oneself or another) no longer opposed; cause to acquiesce in something unpleasant: she reconciled herself to poverty
2. to become friendly with (someone) after estrangement or to re-establish friendly relations between (two or more people)
3. to settle (a quarrel or difference)
4. to make (two apparently conflicting things) compatible or consistent with each other
5. to reconsecrate (a desecrated church, etc)
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really is a beautiful poem took several readings to have it's full impact...
...and I could find
Nothing to make a song about but kings,
Helmets, and swords, and half-forgotten things ..."
love those lines particularly.
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