{"id":415,"date":"2017-03-12T23:01:33","date_gmt":"2017-03-12T23:01:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/?p=415"},"modified":"2017-03-12T23:01:33","modified_gmt":"2017-03-12T23:01:33","slug":"adams-curse-poem-by-william-butler-yeats","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/audio-recordings\/adams-curse-poem-by-william-butler-yeats\/","title":{"rendered":"Adam&#8217;s Curse &#8211; Poem by William Butler Yeats"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Poem 71 \u2014 100 days of poetry<br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Adam&#039;s Curse \u2014 Poem by W.B. Yeats by Rob Goll\" width=\"525\" height=\"400\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?visual=true&url=https%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F312062147&show_artwork=true&maxheight=788&maxwidth=525\"><\/iframe><br \/>\nWe sat together at one summer\u2019s end,<br \/>\nThat beautiful mild woman, your close friend,<br \/>\nAnd you and I, and talked of poetry. <!--more--><br \/>\nI said, \u2018A line will take us hours maybe;<br \/>\nYet if it does not seem a moment\u2019s thought,<br \/>\nOur stitching and unstitching has been naught.<br \/>\nBetter go down upon your marrow-bones<br \/>\nAnd scrub a kitchen pavement, or break stones<br \/>\nLike an old pauper, in all kinds of weather;<br \/>\nFor to articulate sweet sounds together<br \/>\nIs to work harder than all these, and yet<br \/>\nBe thought an idler by the noisy set<br \/>\nOf bankers, schoolmasters, and clergymen<br \/>\nThe martyrs call the world.\u2019<br \/>\n                                          And thereupon<br \/>\nThat beautiful mild woman for whose sake<br \/>\nThere\u2019s many a one shall find out all heartache<br \/>\nOn finding that her voice is sweet and low<br \/>\nReplied, \u2018To be born woman is to know\u2014<br \/>\nAlthough they do not talk of it at school\u2014<br \/>\nThat we must labour to be beautiful.\u2019<br \/>\nI said, \u2018It\u2019s certain there is no fine thing<br \/>\nSince Adam\u2019s fall but needs much labouring.<br \/>\nThere have been lovers who thought love should be<br \/>\nSo much compounded of high courtesy<br \/>\nThat they would sigh and quote with learned looks<br \/>\nPrecedents out of beautiful old books;<br \/>\nYet now it seems an idle trade enough.\u2019 <\/p>\n<p>We sat grown quiet at the name of love;<br \/>\nWe saw the last embers of daylight die,<br \/>\nAnd in the trembling blue-green of the sky<br \/>\nA moon, worn as if it had been a shell<br \/>\nWashed by time\u2019s waters as they rose and fell<br \/>\nAbout the stars and broke in days and years. <\/p>\n<p>I had a thought for no one\u2019s but your ears:<br \/>\nThat you were beautiful, and that I strove<br \/>\nTo love you in the old high way of love;<br \/>\nThat it had all seemed happy, and yet we\u2019d grown<br \/>\nAs weary-hearted as that hollow moon.<\/p>\n<ul class=\"ssb_list_wrapper\"><li class=\"fb2\" style=\"width:135px\"><iframe src=\"\/\/www.facebook.com\/plugins\/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.robgoll.com%2Fcontent%2Faudio-recordings%2Fadams-curse-poem-by-william-butler-yeats%2F&amp;layout=button_count&amp;action=like&amp;show_faces=false&amp;share=true&amp;width=135&amp;height=21&amp;appId=307091639398582\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"0\" style=\"border:none; 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