11 February 2014

My Heart Leans

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  • The Women's Museum, Dallas
  • Scrapbooking
  • Friendship books


    • My heart leans toward yours, you 
    who read me “When You Are Old” 
    by Yeats long ago
    when your heart turned its back.

    Dear heart, I am old now
    (though neither grey nor full
    of sleep), and my pilgrim
    soul, intact, is not sad.

    My heart remembers our
    double rainbows starting
    with meeting and color
    flairing until their end.

    Dear heart, I now visit
    my pots of gold and youth
    almost as often as
    I don traveling shoes.

    My heart loves visiting
    attics and basements from
    the ground floor where it thrives
    and fills my poems with bliss.



    Posted for my prompt at Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Heart, which will open on Wednesday at 7 am EST.  You can find Yeat's "When You Are Old" HERE.  A fine reading of it is HERE. 
    Copyright © 2014 S.L.Chast



    25 comments:

    1. Sherry Blue Sky2/11/2014 12:53 PM

      Such a poignant poem, Susan.....I love that there were double rainbows, and that your pilgrim heart finds much to sustain you in your basements and attics.

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    2. Scarlet2/11/2014 1:31 PM

      What a lovely inspiration for your words Susan ~ I like the graceful acceptance of the intact pilgrim heart, though not not sad ~ Happy Hearts Day to you ~

      Grace

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    3. Mary2/11/2014 7:27 PM

      You have written from the heart here, Susan! I enjoyed the idea of filling 'my poems with bliss.'

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    4. Brian Miller2/11/2014 10:02 PM

      i am glad your soul is not sad...but also that you can revisit all those pots of gold and memories....its good to be able to appreciate them for what they were/are...pilgrim heart...smiles, i like that.

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    5. Gabriella2/12/2014 4:27 AM

      I am glad your pilgrim soul is 'intact'. I like Yeats's poem as well as the French poem by Ronsard that inspired it.

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    6. Stormcat Poetry2/12/2014 9:21 AM

      I would dare to predict that pilgrims would love to rummage through basements and attics as well. I can also relate. may there always be a little pilgrim heart in all of us. Happy Valentines Day

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    7. Jae Rose2/12/2014 9:59 AM

      I like the sense of composure and progress in this poem..remembering but not regretting? Enjoying and journeying through beautiful books and pictures..and turning them into beautiful words

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    8. Kathryn Dyche2/12/2014 10:32 AM

      Love the double rainbows and rummaging through attics and basements.

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    9. rallentanda2/12/2014 10:50 AM

      And those pots of gold are very important. Just endless inspiration. You have evoked a lovely contentment in this poem...enjoyed it very much!

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    10. CryptoGrace2/12/2014 11:20 AM

      "I am old now / (Though neither grey nor full / of sleep)" Sometimes I feel that way too...but I'm only 28! LOL.
      Keep writing from the heart!

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    11. Unknown2/12/2014 11:55 AM

      Attics and basements are great for visits! So many stories waiting to be remembered!

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    12. Sumana Roy2/12/2014 1:02 PM

      love that source where heart thrives and fills the poem with bliss....a beautiful journey...

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    13. alan17042/12/2014 1:18 PM

      I love the tenderness of the heart, the touch of love and care. Those dreams lost in time. Lovely words

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    14. Jennifer Wagner2/12/2014 2:15 PM

      "pilgrim soul, intact"...lovely, and a great state to be in. I felt the heart in this Susan. Beautifully done.

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    15. Laurie Kolp2/12/2014 2:39 PM

      Well, this touches my heart... and I especially like the last stanza. I hope you have a great Valentine's Day, Susan.

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    16. Anonymous2/12/2014 5:19 PM

      it's good to see you've traversed your rainbow of your own accord ~

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    17. Unknown2/12/2014 5:42 PM

      This poem moves with grace through time and on the page. You provide a sense of beginning, middle and closure. Good writing, Susan.

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    18. Eileen T O'Neill .....2/12/2014 6:36 PM

      Susan,

      A personal voyage through your well chosen words and a sharing of experiences, all influencing your heart. It is lovely to know that this journey has sent you along with a good heart of memories and a healthy pilgrim's soul.

      Eileen

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    19. kaykuala2/12/2014 7:26 PM

      There is so much good when reflecting of the good times of days gone by! It may even help create new strategies for a different era. Wonderful take Susan!

      Hank

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    20. Aishwarya Magesh2/13/2014 1:49 AM

      A beautiful little old Heart............

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    21. humbird2/13/2014 10:40 AM

      Love the form of dialog with your heart, promises and remembering happy moments~ feels more positive than sad ~ GREAT POEM! ~ Happy Heart Day, Susan!

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    22. Panchali2/13/2014 1:43 PM

      Beautiful....I especially LOVE the last stanza, Susan. (encloses me in its embrace:D)

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    23. Rosemary Nissen-Wade2/14/2014 7:45 PM

      Lovely in its own right - and you quote one of my favourite poems over many years. :)

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    24. Unknown2/15/2014 10:58 PM

      I love discovering old treasures. The image you posted reminded me of my grandmother.
      Lovely ...

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    25. Kenia Santos2/17/2014 7:19 AM

      Your beautiful heart succeeds. <3

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