by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)

All things uncomely and broken, all...
Language: English 
Available translation(s): FRE
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
  
The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, remade, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

About the headline (FAQ)

Confirmed with W. B. Yeats, Later Poems, Macmillan and Co., London, 1926, page 6.

First published in National Observer, November 1892 as "The rose in my heart"; revised 1899 and 1906

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  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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