{"id":403,"date":"2007-03-17T17:24:41","date_gmt":"2007-03-18T01:24:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nicksenger.com\/onecatholiclife\/?p=403"},"modified":"2016-10-12T09:53:35","modified_gmt":"2016-10-12T16:53:35","slug":"an-irish-poem-for-st-patricks-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/nicksenger.com\/onecatholiclife\/an-irish-poem-for-st-patricks-day","title":{"rendered":"An Irish Poem for St. Patrick&#8217;s Day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright wp-image-1769 size-full\" title=\"Sailing\" src=\"http:\/\/www.nicksenger.com\/onecatholiclife\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/03\/sailingintosunset.png\" alt=\"Sailing\" width=\"240\" height=\"448\" srcset=\"http:\/\/nicksenger.com\/onecatholiclife\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/03\/sailingintosunset.png 240w, http:\/\/nicksenger.com\/onecatholiclife\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/03\/sailingintosunset-160x300.png 160w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 240px) 100vw, 240px\" \/>A beautiful poem from an Irish poet for this St. Patrick&#8217;s Day:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><strong>Sailing to Byzantium<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>by William Butler Yeats<\/p>\n<p>THAT is no country for old men. The young<br \/>\nIn one another&#8217;s arms, birds in the trees<br \/>\n&#8211; Those dying generations &#8211; at their song,<br \/>\nThe salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,<br \/>\nFish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long<br \/>\nWhatever is begotten, born, and dies.<br \/>\nCaught in that sensual music all neglect<br \/>\nMonuments of unageing intellect.<\/p>\n<p>An aged man is but a paltry thing,<br \/>\nA tattered coat upon a stick, unless<br \/>\nSoul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing<br \/>\nFor every tatter in its mortal dress,<br \/>\nNor is there singing school but studying<br \/>\nMonuments of its own magnificence;<br \/>\nAnd therefore I have sailed the seas and come<br \/>\nTo the holy city of Byzantium.<\/p>\n<p>O sages standing in God&#8217;s holy fire<br \/>\nAs in the gold mosaic of a wall,<br \/>\nCome from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,<br \/>\nAnd be the singing-masters of my soul.<br \/>\nConsume my heart away; sick with desire<br \/>\nAnd fastened to a dying animal<br \/>\nIt knows not what it is; and gather me<br \/>\nInto the artifice of eternity.<\/p>\n<p>Once out of nature I shall never take<br \/>\nMy bodily form from any natural thing,<br \/>\nBut such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make<br \/>\nOf hammered gold and gold enamelling<br \/>\nTo keep a drowsy Emperor awake;<br \/>\nOr set upon a golden bough to sing<br \/>\nTo lords and ladies of Byzantium<br \/>\nOf what is past, or passing, or to come.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A beautiful poem from an Irish poet for this St. Patrick&#8217;s Day: Sailing to Byzantium by William Butler Yeats THAT is no country for old men. The young In one another&#8217;s arms, birds in the trees &#8211; Those dying generations &#8211; at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unageing intellect. An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick,&#46;&#46;&#46;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1769,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":true,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[5,25],"tags":[792,270,269,268],"class_list":["post-403","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-books","category-poetry","tag-byzantium","tag-ireland","tag-st-patricks-day","tag-william-butler-yeats"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"http:\/\/nicksenger.com\/onecatholiclife\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/03\/sailingintosunset.png","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pOucj-6v","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicksenger.com\/onecatholiclife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/403","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicksenger.com\/onecatholiclife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicksenger.com\/onecatholiclife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicksenger.com\/onecatholiclife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicksenger.com\/onecatholiclife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=403"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"http:\/\/nicksenger.com\/onecatholiclife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/403\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4082,"href":"http:\/\/nicksenger.com\/onecatholiclife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/403\/revisions\/4082"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicksenger.com\/onecatholiclife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1769"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicksenger.com\/onecatholiclife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=403"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicksenger.com\/onecatholiclife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=403"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicksenger.com\/onecatholiclife\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=403"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}