“Aristotle played the taws upon the bottom of the king of kings”

AMONG SCHOOL CHILDREN
~ by William Butler Yeats

I.
I walk through the long schoolroom questioning.
A kind old nun in a white hood replies.
The children learn to cipher and to sing,
To study reading-books and history,
To cut and sew, be neat in everything
In the best modern way– the children’s eyes
In momentary wonder stare upon
A sixty-year-old smiling public man.

II.
I dream of a Ledaen body, bent
Above a sinking fire, a tale that she
Told of a harsh reproof, or trivial event
That changed some childish day to tragedy–
Told, and it seemed that our two natures blent
Into a sphere from youthful sympathy,
Or else, to alter Plato’s parable,
Into the yolk and white of the one shell.

III.
And thinking of that fit of grief or rage
I look upon one child or t’other there
And wonder if she stood so at that age–
For even daughters of the swan can share
Something of every paddler’s heritage–
And had that color upon her cheek or hair,
And thereupon my heart is driven wild.
She stands before me as a living child.

IV.
Her present image floats into the mind–
Did Quattrocento finger fashion it
Hollow of cheek as though it drank the wind
And took a mess of shadows for its meat?
And I though never of Ledaen kind
Had pretty plumage once– enough of that,
Better to smile on all that smile, and show
There is a comfortable kind of old scarecrow.

V.
What youthful mother, a shape upon her lap
Honey of generation had betrayed,
And that must sleep, shriek, struggle to escape
As recollection or the drug decide,
Would think her son, did she but see that shape
With sixty or more winters on its head,
A compensation for the pang of his birth,
Or the uncertainty of his setting forth?

VI.
Plato thought nature but a spume that plays
Upon a ghostly paradigm of things,
Solider Aristotle played the taws
Upon the bottom of the king of kings,
World-famous golden-thighed Pythagoras
Fingered upon a fiddle-stick or strings
What a star sang and careless Muses heard,
Old clothes upon old sticks to scare a bird.

VII.
Both nuns and mothers worship images,
But those the candles light are not as those
That animate a mother’s reveries,
But keep a marble or a bronze repose.
And yet they too break hearts– O Presences
That passion, piety or affection knows,
And that all heavenly glory symbolize–
O self-born mockers of man’s enterprise.

VIII.
Labor is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul,
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom, or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?

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It might help to also read Yeats’ poem, “Leda And The Swan.”

In “Among School Children” Yeats, an old man, is prompted to remember the great theater actress and activist Maud Gonne as she once was when a child. (Maud, the love of his life, had rejected his proposals of marriage.) He equates her in this poem with Helen of antiquity, daughter of Leda and possessed of swan-like grace. In Greek myth Leda is impregnated by Zeus, incarnated as a giant swan, who carries Leda away in the air and ravishes her. “Among School Children” is a lament on the loss of youth– its beauty, grace, ease, and pleasure– which is recaptured only in art, poetry, and memory.

The “taws” was a schoolmaster’s leather strap in Yeats’ day, and Aristotle was the tutor of the youth Alexander in the household of King Philip II of Macedonia, who ruled all of Greece. (Alexander went on to establish a vast Greek empire throughout Persia, Arabia, Babylonia, Egypt, the Middle East, West Asia, and India.)

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Author: MDM

Michael Dennis Mooney is a student of humor and witticism in verse. At this site he is compiling a selection of the best works using extended metaphor in poetry, with a special interest in satire, parody, and humor. Suggestions are welcome. Send your citations of favorites, by email, to mike.mooney.home@gmail.com He has a site "New Writings" at http://jcbcast.blogspot.com And a site for essays, 'His Epistles To The Philistines" at http://tothephilistines.wordpress.com

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