By reading the poem “when you are old” by Yeats, I thought of real Love.. whether the poet was rejected by his lover, whatever the behind story was for them, I interprete this poem as I am about to die, laying on my back at the hospital.. many happenings will be reminded in my mind. And I would recall my whole life thoroughly and I would probably thank to one specific lady who would be holding my hands at that time of death.. My wife, my lady, my lover.. “How many loved your moments of glad grace. And loved your beauty with love false or true.” I would probably recall every moments with her, and would be smiling while thinking..
The poet doesn’t describe about who the lover is, who he is mentioning, however we just know her from his life story.. “And loved the sorrows of your changing face” my favorite line of this poem.. This is how I think the real love is. Real love means I will love whether or not you get older and uglier.. Meaning of spending my whole life together is A real love.
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