When You Are Old

WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face among a crowd of stars.

-- William Butler Yeats [Elizabeth]

Back in the Day

Thanks to Michael, we have some historical poems to put up.

This haiku (in Heaney's writing, no less) was the second poem read at the first P&S, in 2000.

The first poem from the first Poetry & Stout was read by Joe Moore. Click here to read The Fiddler of Dooney if you missed it live.