colours*

'Never shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured

Love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.'

And set such colour there,
Brown, or black, or carrot,

That young men in despair
May love me for myself alone
And not my yellow hair.'

But yesternight declare
That he had found a text to prove
That only God, my dear,
Could love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.'
WB Yeats

*what artists like seitei watanabe gave us was the way to color that sings
Labels: anna heyward taylor, color, donovan, georges defeure, harry clarke, margaret jordan patterson, marie honre myer, Maurice Verneuil, nana mouskouri, poetry, william butler yeats
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hi, and thanks so much for stopping by. i spend all too much time thinking my own thoughts about this stuff, so please tell me yours. i thrive on the exchange!
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