If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
William Butler YeatsRead
How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics? Yet here's a travelled man that knows What he talks about, And there's a politician That has read and thought, And maybe what they say is true Of war and war's alarms, But O that I were young again And held her in my arms!
Interpretation
What this quote means
The speaker longs for youth and love despite the complexities of politics and the wisdom of experienced individuals.
In this quote, Yeats expresses a deep nostalgia for youthful love, suggesting that no matter how knowledgeable or experienced individuals may be in political matters, those worldly issues pale in comparison to the pure emotions associated with love. The contrast between the allure of youthful affection and the serious commitments of adult life highlights the speaker's yearning for simpler, more passionate times.
Themes
LoveYouthNostalgiaPoliticsYearning
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a speech about the importance of love in our lives rather than getting caught up in societal issues.
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