If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
William Butler YeatsRead
Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.
Interpretation
The quote expresses that true love should be based on the deeper qualities of a person, rather than superficial attributes like physical appearance.
In this quote, William Butler Yeats reflects on the nature of love, suggesting that a young man who falls in love with someone should do so for their character and spirit rather than being captivated solely by their physical beauty, represented metaphorically by 'yellow hair'. This highlights the importance of valuing inner qualities over outer appearances in love and relationships.
In practice
A wedding speech to emphasize the importance of inner beauty in relationships.
If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
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