The Dawn

I would be ignorant as the dawn
That has looked down
On that old queen measuring a town
With the pin of a brooch,
Or on the withered men that saw
From their pedantic Babylon
The careless planets in their courses,
The stars fade out where the moon comes,
And took their tablets and did sums;
I would be ignorant as the dawn
That merely stood, rocking the glittering coach
Above the cloudy shoulders of the horses;
I would be–for no knowledge is worth a straw–
Ignorant and wanton as the dawn.

door William Butler Yeats

tekstbron: PoetryVerse
opgenomen in WEEKBLADEN #43 - engelenengels
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