W.B. Yeats

I recently found a hardback edition of Yeats's collected poems at Half Price Books. Inside the front cover in pink handwriting (maybe it once was red?) it says:

Miriam Borenstein
University of Wisconsin
Madison
Sept 1969
Mr. Barton Freidman

Stratford House
H33 W Gilman
Madison 53703
255-0367

The book must have been brand new when Miriam purchased it, because the copyright is 1969 for the 16th printing (the first edition having been published in 1933). In 1969, the book cost a whopping $6.95. Miriam obviously had to purchase this for a class, maybe taught by Mr. Barton Friedman? The book does have a few poems that are annotated in pencil and I assume those are classroom notes she has taken. It's interesting to think about how a book can travel (in great condition actually) through almost forty years of time. I wonder how Miriam is holding up? This leads me to a section of a powerful poem of Yeats's, "The Tower":

Now shall I make my soul,
Compelling it to study
In a learned school
Till the wreck of the body,
Slow decay of blood,
Testy delirium
Or dull decrepitude,
Or what worse evil come--
The death of friends, or death
Of every brilliant eye
That made a catch in the breath--
Seem but clouds of the sky
When the horizon fades,
Or a bird's sleepy cry
Among the deepening shades.

It is interesting that the speaker is compelling his soul to study, as if he is resigning himself to his fate at the end of this poem--all things must die...well, except the soul, which the speaker is going to work on educating "in a learned school." So, while death creeps up, it might be best to stop obsessing over your body's health and start worrying about your soul. I like that. I also like how Yeats ties death and the death of friends and those brilliant eyes "That made a catch in the breath" to nature. The "worse evil" will be that death will eventually become so commonplace it is like "clouds of the sky" or "a bird's sleepy cry" so natural and uneventful. The mood at the end of this poem is foreboding: "Among the deepening shades"...the "deepening" means the darkness is descending and death is approaching like a shadow moving towards the speaker.

Well, Miriam, I hope you are still out there somewhere and the deepening shade has not fully descended on you yet. I have the book you once had for a class in college and I know I'm better for it. Hopefully you got something out of your reading of Yeats as well.