• O you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?

  I have been changed to a hound with one red ear;

  I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns,

  For somebody hid hatred and hope and desire and fear

  Under my feet that they follow you night and day.

  A man with a hazel wand came without sound;

  He changed me suddenly; I was looking another way;

  And now my calling is but the calling of a hound;

  And Time and Birth and Change are hurrying by.

  I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the West

  And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky

  And lay in the darkness, grunting, and turning to his rest.

by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) He Mourns for the Change that has Come Upon Him…

This poem has always been near and dear to my heart and every change of direction I make in life, this piece of literary art takes center stage in my mind. It is melancholy but like most of Yeats’ work, it wouldn’t be same if it were without some sadness. I guess that is a direct symbol of change. There has to be some mourning of the past to take on and accept the future. I miss the comforts of old, the people and my family. The sun has set on that day and the cold, lonely darkness of night is here but I can faintly see the purplish hue of dawn. A new day; my future. And it will be bright and warm with endless possibilities.

But then I was driving to campus and I passed this:

Hey Yeats! Got any poems about Idaho? I didn’t think so. Dick.

Edit: One more thing. There are somethings that are too good not to be shared. Please read. I almost had an “episode” in the library.

http://socialpariah.wordpress.com/2008/09/04/whirling-whip-like/