I also do this thing: www.twitter.com/wordsasthoughts
I’ve wondered exactly this question!
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.
-Yeats, “The Wild Swans at Coole”
Lines for a weekend of falling temperatures. As clouds amass upon the sky and those first chilling drops of rain breach your skin, think not on your discomfort, but on Yeats’s “nine-and-fifty swans,” Keats’s “season of mist,” and Shelley’s “wild West Wind.”
Is there a more fitting final line for Banned Books Week? Thanks, Molly.
Friday Final Lines | Every Friday, we offer the closing lines of a Penguin Classic to finish up the workweek.