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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MEDITATIONS IN TIME OF CIVIL WAR: 5. THE ROAD AT MY DOOR, by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: An affable irregular, / a heavily built falstaffian man Alternate Author Name(s): Yeats, W. B. Subject(s): Ireland - Rebellions; Soldiers | |||
An affable Irregular, A heavily-built Falstaffian man, Comes cracking jokes of civil war As though to die by gunshot were The finest play under the sun. A brown Lieutenant and his men, Half dressed in national uniform, Stand at my door, and I complain Of the foul weather, hail and rain, A pear-tree broken by the storm. I count those feathered balls of soot The moor-hen guides upon the stream. To silence the envy in my thought; And turn towards my chamber, caught In the cold snows of a dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL ARMIES ARE THE SAME by ERNEST HEMINGWAY ABSENT WITH OFFICIAL LEAVE by RANDALL JARRELL PORT OF EMBARKATION by RANDALL JARRELL THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON OPERATION MEMORY by DAVID LEHMAN SIXTEEN DEAD MEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |
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