Saturday, 9 May 2009

The Lamentation of the Old Pensioner


Although I shelter from the rain
Under a broken tree,
My chair was nearest to the fire
In every company
That talked of politics,
Ere Time transfigured me.
Though lads are making pikes again
For some consiracy
And crazy rascals rage their fill
At human tyranny,
My contemplations are of Time
That has transfigured me.
There's not a woman turns her face,
Upon a broken tree,
And yet the beauties that I loved
Are in my memory;
I spit into the face of Time
That has transfigured me.

William Butler Yeats
All images taken at Centennial Park last Saturday.

5 comments:

brattcat said...

Beautiful trio of shots made ever more poignant by the accompaniment of Yeats.

That is the chicken said...

It comes to all of us if we are lucky to live so long. As Yeats points out old age is a time to remeber past glories.

Lois said...

Wonderful post and pictures! Thanks!

Coşkun said...

Hi Julie,
Thanks for nice photos. bye.

Sakiwi said...

Beautiful photo of the father and two children.