Friday, October 14, 2011

Yeats and weekend



"I have spread my dreams under your feet
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."

~ W.B. Yeats, He Wishes for Cloths of Heaven

This is the result of an ongoing Yeats overdose in the Modern Irish Literature course I am currently into, knee-deep and sleep-deprived. So it's Sleepless in Seattle literally! Although not my most favourite of poets, some of his poetry, especially the early period with the vanishing fairies and the intriguing Celtic folklore is quite seductive. They almost take you on a day trip to Neverland.
The later phase is where I get disenchanted. The political, propagandist Yeats is not my cup of tea. Try as I might, I could never get my head around it.
You see, the mumbo-jumbo is where I feel at home.

That said and nudging Yeats aside, I am two happy feet today. It's almost weekend (I am on PST and hence the more than half a day's tiring wait), which means a promised shopping excursion and all I have been dreaming of lately are scarves. Also there's a potluck dinner tomorrow and I am making methi chicken, which is chicken cooked with aromatic fenugreek leaves. So scarves and chicken - could I be more happy?!

Have a lovely weekend, dear friends.

6 comments:

  1. That's one of my very favourite poems!
    Hope you have a really great weekend.

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  2. Scarves, delicious chicken, good company and an entire weekend - it just doesn't get much better than that.

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  3. I would like to read poetry in English. Maybe a novel is easier for me.
    The methi chicken is mouthwatering.
    A scarf can change an outfit ! I really love Paisley scarves !
    Have a good weekend !!!

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  4. Try the very late Yeats, eg the poetry collection 'The Tower'. Fabulous stuff.

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  5. Sharon, mine too! Hope you had a great weekend.

    Pondside, absolutely!

    Celine, thank you. Hope you had a good weekend too.
    Yes, I too think fiction is easier to comprehend than poetry. And this, I dare say after being in the field for more than ten years! I would recommend Robert Frost's poems as a good start because they are beautiful and deep without the usual heavy, complicated language that poetry involves.
    And I love ANYTHING with paisley on it!

    The Solitary Walker, I agree. I've read some from his very late collections and they are quite haunting.

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  6. Ithink i am late,like your blog,and hope you will visit mne too.

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