Wine comes in at the mouthAnd love comes in at the eye;
That's all we know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
W. B. Yeats
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6 comments:
perfect!!! love and wine, what else is there??
Yes, i too like his choice, love and wine.
And i think he is right, all our lives we search for truth, we chase it like a rabbit. But as much as we think we know, as much as we try to prepare ourselves for life, we always get re-surprised by truth, again and again. Robert Frost said: "We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows."
"Love comes in only through the Heart", said the blind man to the sighted.
Hi Christian. I agree that eyes are not the only way to fall in love. Is has been said that men fall in love with their eyes and women fall in love with their ears. But how does the love gets in the blind man's heart? He has to perceive somehow the person or the thing he loves. Without our senses we are trapped in a room without windows.
Normally everyone has a proclivity toward some sense. Whether it be sight, sound, touch...
I know a couple, the man is deaf and mute, the woman can't see and can't walk, she's in a wheel chair. He guides her everywhere. They are madly in love with each other. I simply didn't agree with that line in Yeats' poem. I'm a poet too, so I weigh the truth of each poem. The blind, the deaf, the mute, we all fall in love, sometime, somewhere...
I guess sometimes when discussing, i get interested in the details too much. Sorry if i sounded too offensive:)
I like what you said about falling in love, and i guess no one really knows how he will fall in love sometime and somewhere.
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