The Wild Swans at Coole by William Butler Yeats
This evening I'm going to do another old fashioned poem, another nature poem and another fall poem. This is a piece that I memorized, I think, when I was in college by one of my favorite poets, william Butler Yates, an Irish poet from the turn of the last century. And this poem is an autumn scene set in October. It's October now. We had rain in the valley yesterday and today and snow in the mountains which makes them look all clean and white
alice williams
@snazzylady7 · 0:33
Thank you so much for sharing this poem. I really appreciated it. It reminded me of a trip I took to New England many years ago. I even went to Robert Frost museum and also went to another museum, I think it was. I can't think of the name right now. But anyway, thank you very much. This is Alice Williams. Thank you
alice williams
@snazzylady7 · 0:07
The name I was thinking of was the Norman Rockwell Museum. I just wanted to say that. Thanks
Thanks, Alice, for your reply. I think that one of the wonders of poetry is the way in which it can really connect us to the places that we've been. Thank you
Gunjan Joshi
@Bibliophile · 1:53
Hi, Katharine. The verses of Wbets recited by you were a perfect delight for me on an autumn evening. It is primarily because of two reasons. First of all, I am from Foothill, so I enjoy autumn evening like a luxury. And as you rightly said, that for poets, it is not just a passage of time, and it is an inspiration for us to create best of our writings