Poetry Assignment

In class we had to write a poetry response to a poem.  So, here goes:

Deep within enchanted stone
Carved from sweat and pain
Where icy winds do twist and moan
There the winter court does reign
Stolen hearts and misspent youth
Hold court in these frozen halls
Twisted words and unpleasant truth
Form invisible iron walls
Never trust a fairy child
When you venture to the wild

Summer fades to winter bleak
Where nature holds her sway
She is no conquered meek
Within the lands of fae
Summer fades to winter cruel
Frost rise to the land ensnare
Where the winter queen does rule
The queen of dark and air
Never trust a fairy child
When you venture to the wild

Summer is a time of joy
And faeries laugh and sing
Such trickery they employ
Pretty words to hide the sting
Promises of song and dance
Yet the ending of the day
Though the beauty can entrance
Night falls even on the fae
Never trust a fairy child
When you venture to the wild

The Stolen Child

WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.

WB Yeats

© 2010, Within this mind. All rights reserved.

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I am a student at the University of Phoenix majoring in information technology. This is where I come to babble incoherently…err…make notes, talk about things that catch my interest, share ideas, etc...
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