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Poem Influenced by "Wild Swans At Coole" By W.B. Yeats
Singing
the Praises Of One To Be Admired
She called me her Lord, but I a mere servant am,
A wandering mass of insoluble humanity
Unfair to be presses into submission like this.
But the unfairness was all mine
An intolerable unfairness, selfishness
A craving to better myself.
We came to that place where swans drink,
Their thirst an unquenchable feeling of desire.
The water lapping, quietly refreshing in its dignity.
Scenes of childhood in those swans
Solitude, love and emotions,
A craving to better myself.
Scenes of childhood when as a boy I watched,
Silently, gazing at the thrill of things unmeaningful.
The trains with steam hissing smoothly,
The quiet blue engulfing skyline
Encompassed by our complete world
A world within a world.
Childhood has passed and with it the feeling
Of ease, contentment and security.
Those things were precious to a child
But now I need something more
Something to cherish and keep near
Someone to love.
Now coming back after years to that place
Of overflowing peace and beauty,
With a sensation of that self same security
That I enjoyed as a boy.
Security of not being alone
Knowing that she was there.
The trains still pass, whistling at the bridge,
But they are diesel powered now and the bridge has eroded.
The sign of cruisers for hire, unlike me, is worn and decayed with age.
But my heart is young, my feelings gay,
Beset in the eyes of the one I love,
Reflecting on the cool clear water.
Perhaps the grass is longer now,
Perhaps the seat is tarnished and worn.
But once again that place holds the very same beauty
That overcame me as a child.
Now she is there
There is more beauty here than I ever dreamed of.
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