When You Are Old: poetry podcast #9

I’m sharing a poem about love today, in honor of the coming Valentine’s. Before you run away screaming, there are no pink hearts and lovey dovey roses here, so please do press on, even if you have an aversion to Valentine’s Day.

Here are my feet in the yard some time ago. It was the best representation I could come up with for my “pilgrim soul” (listen to the poem to know what I’m talking about).

Also, I feel the need to explain something—I think I may sound downcast in the recording, maybe not, but maybe so. While I was recording it, my dog began attacking the blinds at our front window, due to the mail lady’s arrival. He completely assaulted the blinds and now they are all bent up. I got angry, and then came back to re-record the podcast (without violent barking noises). So, if I sound a bit less cheerful (do I ever sound cheerful?), this is why. Here it goes:

{Listen to previous podcasts}

Read “When You Are Old” by W.B. Yeats

Thanks for listening!

3 Responses to “When You Are Old: poetry podcast #9”

  1. 1 Clara February 12, 2010 at 2:38 pm

    I’ve always loved this poem, Nicole, since I, too, read it in college. If fact, I memorized it and can still recite almost the entire piece by heart. I’m so glad you brought it to us.

    You’re right about “and one man loved the pilgrim soul in you.” It’s sheer…well…POETRY! It’s good to think about what this line means during a time of year when everyone seems to be hawking hearts and valentines.

    In some ways, it makes me think too, of love being about the small ordinary moments — the everyday gestures of thoughtfulness and generosity for the beloved — rather than the splashy gestures of special occasions such as Valentine’s Day.

    Enjoy your weekend!

  2. 2 Mike McLaren February 12, 2010 at 11:06 pm

    Funny, I wasn’t familiar with this poem. It’s a good one.

  3. 3 jaja February 16, 2010 at 1:21 pm

    i don’t know what it was nicole — the way you read this, what was going on in my life when i last read this poem a long time ago, what memories it brought back or what new light your analysis shed on my older reading — but this brought me to tears last night. your poetry podcasts are such meaningful gems.

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Hello there! My name is Nicole K. Docimo, and I am an artist and writer from the U.S.A. but currently residing in Zurich, Switzerand. Thank you for visiting my blog!

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