“The Wheel” by [W.B.Yeats]

A very beautiful poem by Yeats. A short poem but with such a huge canvas. He dealt with and explained one of the biggest realities of life in just few verses.

“The Wheel”

Through winter-time we call on spring,
And through the spring on summer call,
And when abounding hedges ring
…Declare that winter’s best of all;

And after that there’s nothing good
Because the spring-time has not come —
Nor know that what disturbs our blood
Is but our longing for the tomb.

[W.B. Yeats]

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