the sixty year old man compensates for the passing of his youth by dreaming of pure "presences" that never fade.
2003-05-27
Added by: Courtny
I love this poem.
yeats
2005-07-28
Added by: mike gee
Tell the dancer from the dance? We cannot. This is about Yeats' refusal to accept commonplace distinctions between inner and outer, subjective and objective realities.
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