He disappeared in the dead of winter:
The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted,
And snow disfigured the public statues;
The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day.
What instruments we have agree
The day of his death was a dark cold day.
Far from his illness
The wolves ran on through the evergreen forests,
The peasant river was untempted by the fashionable quays;
By mourning tongues
The death of the poet was kept from his poems.
But for him it was his last afternoon as himself,
An afternoon of nurses and rumours;
The provinces of his body revolted,
The squares of his mind were empty,
Silence invaded the suburbs,
The current of his feeling failed; he became his admirers.
Now he is scattered among a hundred cities
And wholly given over to unfamiliar affections,
To find his happiness in another kind of wood
And be punished under a foreign code of conscience.
The words of a dead man
Are modified in the guts of the living.
But in the importance and noise of to-morrow
When the brokers are roaring like beasts on the floor of the bourse,
And the poor have the sufferings to which they are fairly accustomed
And each in the cell of himself is almost convinced of his freedom
A few thousand will think of this day
As one thinks of a day when one did something slightly unusual.
What instruments we have agree
The day of his death was a dark cold day.
II
You were silly like us; your gift survived it all:
The parish of rich women, physical decay,
Yourself. Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.
Now Ireland has her madness and her weather still,
For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives
In the valley of its making where executives
Would never want to tamper, flows on south
From ranches of isolation and the busy griefs,
Raw towns that we believe and die in; it survives,
A way of happening, a mouth.
III
Earth, receive an honoured guest:
William Yeats is laid to rest.
Let the Irish vessel lie
Emptied of its poetry.
In the nightmare of the dark
All the dogs of Europe bark,
And the living nations wait,
Each sequestered in its hate;
Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice;
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress;
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountain start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
Let’s go to direct poem, when very first word poet
uses “He”, from that we know that poet is talking about W.B.Yeats here. And he
says that ‘he disappeared in the dead of winter’ means poet is addressing the
death of W.B.Yeats. Further we can see that poet has used the fact of the day
instead of nearly metaphor. Also we find the modernism elements here when we see
the words like airports and thermometer. By this reference of thermometer he
wants to make us know that when Yeats was died he was in ill bed. The day of
his death is dark cold day, here he says that it is not normal day. In literature
we often get this kind of metaphor when such figures died that such gloomy
elements. Then he describe the nature and animals with the reference of death.
The provinces of his body revolted,
The squares of his mind were empty,
Silence invaded the suburbs,
The current of his feeling failed; he became his admirers.
From these lines we interpret that the how his body
and mind was suffering at the death day. And now his admirers will remember him.
Now he is scattered among a hundred cities
And wholly given over to unfamiliar affections,
By this line he says that now poet will scattered
everywhere by his works. And by unfamiliar affections, that is the idea of poet is no more. In the further lines poet
used the vocab of share market. And by that poet says that there are people who
are not effected by the death of poet but there are few people who can be
effected by the poet’s death.
In the second stanza, he direct uses “He” as poet.
Yeats was political active figure and he was telling people to fight for freedom.
He wrote for the people in the context of Ireland. But still that condition has
not changed at all.
“For poetry makes nothing happen:”, here poet is
saying that poets write for the betterment of people but poetry can not make
any change in the society. This the theme that how can poetry make change! And where
poetry can survive! Even the stuffs will be survive in the poetry. The voices
of the readers will make poetry survive as he says. If poet died then, yet
poetry should not be died.
In the last stanza,
Earth, receive an
honoured guest:
William Yeats is laid to rest.
Let the Irish vessel lie
Emptied of its poetry.
When Yeats’s body will entered in the earth as honored
guest. “Vessel” means his all collection of poetry we can say.
In the nightmare of
the dark
All the dogs of Europe bark,
And the living nations wait,
Each sequestered in its hate;
Here, we can take the reference of WW2 that how the
various European countries were fighting to each other. And poet says that when
dark time come still your poetry will make it rejoice. Whenever dullness exist
the verses of the poet will make the golden world. And by the word “curse” there
is the bible reference.
In the deserts of the
heart
Let the healing fountain start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
In these lines, he
says that agony in the deserted heart poetry will be the healing fountain to
that agony. And poetry will be always fight it’s own survive. Poetry is for the
people who are busy in their own lives.
The poem is not about
the only W.B.Yeats but poem is for the all poets. It is the meditation or reflection,
thinking on the role of poetry, place of in modern world. The modern world is
for that people have no time for poetry and may questioning like, what is poetry
for? Can poetry make anything happen? Should it make anything happen? The poem is
answer to all above questions. And poet gives the light to the idea of changing
the world by literature.
The main concern is
here how modern world is much busy in the work and the forget to give
importance to the poetry or literature. In this poem we can get the words like
modern elements so from that we can come to know that this poem is written for
the present time.