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William Butler Yeats
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The Secret Rose
FAR-OFF, most secret, and inviolate Rose,
Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those
Who sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre,
Or in the wine-vat, dwell beyond the stir
And tumult of defeated dreams; and deep
Among pale eyelids, heavy with the sleep
Men have named beauty. Thy great leaves enfold
The ancient beards, the helms of ruby and gold
Of the crowned Magi; and the king whose eyes
Saw the pierced Hands and Rood of elder rise
In Druid vapour and make the torches dim;
Till vain frenzy awoke and he died; and him
Who met Fand walking among flaming dew
By a grey shore where the wind never blew,
And lost the world and Emer for a kiss;
And him who drove the gods out of their liss,
And till a hundred moms had flowered red
Feasted, and wept the barrows of his dead;
And the proud dreaming king who flung the crown
And sorrow away, and calling bard and clown
Dwelt among wine-stained wanderers in deep woods:
And him who sold tillage, and house, and goods,
And sought through lands and islands numberless
years,
Until he found, with laughter and with tears,
A woman of so shining loveliness
That men threshed corn at midnight by a tress,
A little stolen tress. I, too, await
The hour of thy great wind of love and hate.
When shall the stars be blown about the sky,
Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?
Surely thine hour has come, thy great wind blows,
Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose?
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The Rose symbolizes an inaccessible ideal tied to spiritual, artistic, and mystical transcendence, recurring throughout the poet’s body of work. Unlike earlier, more nature-bound symbols, this Rose is distant and esoteric, suggesting a shift toward complex mythopoeia. Figures referenced—Magi, a dying king, Fand, Cuchulain—are drawn from Christian, Celtic, and personal myth, unified by sacrifice and altered perception. These allusions do not merely glorify the past but frame it as inhabited by those who ruptured ordinary reality. The “hour of hours” implies a moment of apocalyptic revelation or creative consummation, central to the poet’s cyclical theory of history.
Myth and Personal Cosmology
: This poem functions within a developing metaphysical system seen in later works like
A Vision
, where historical epochs are governed by opposing gyres. The characters enfolded by the Rose are not random; each experienced a collapse of worldly order through love, vision, or madness—echoing the poet's belief in crisis as a gateway to truth. The “vain frenzy” that kills one king aligns with the destructive phase of the gyre, while the wind of love and hate heralds transition. This internal mythos distinguishes the work from Romantic idealism and situates it within early modernist preoccupation with fragmented belief systems.
Form and Language
: The loosely structured iambic lines and irregular rhyme reflect a move away from Victorian polish, though the diction retains a ceremonial cadence. Archaic terms like “Rood” and “liss” lend a ritualistic tone, distancing the speaker from contemporary speech and anchoring the poem in a timeless, almost liturgical register. These linguistic choices emphasize solemnity over accessibility, reinforcing the Rose’s inviolability. Compared to the lyrical simplicity of the poet’s early folk-inspired poems, this work embraces obscurity as a necessary condition of revelation.
Relation to Era and Other Works
: Written during a period of increasing abstraction in modernist poetry, it avoids direct engagement with industrial society but responds indirectly through mythic withdrawal. Unlike Eliot’s fragmented cultural citations, this poem synthesizes legends into a personal eschatology. It stands apart from more accessible nationalist poems by the same author, favoring metaphysical speculation over public sentiment. While lesser-known than “The Second Coming,” it extends similar ideas of collapse and rebirth through a more private symbolic language.
Less-Discussed Angle
: Rather than interpreting the Rose solely as a symbol of divine beauty or Ireland, it may represent the creative crisis demanded of the artist—one must lose the world, like the figures cited, to grasp fleeting moments of intensity. The final question is not hopeful supplication but anxious anticipation: the “great wind” may destroy as much as elevate, mirroring modern anxieties about inspiration’s cost.
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- On line 17, "moms" is "morns" in "W B Yeats Selected Poetry", Edited by Norman Jeffares, MacMillan London Ltd., 1972 edition.
"And till a hundred morns had flowered red."
I suspect an OCR error.
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"And till a hundred morns had flowered red."
I suspect an OCR error.