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#3 Sunday Morning Poetry: Art as Religion

Happy Easter! On Sunday Morning Poetry #3 I'm reading the poem "Sailing to Byzantium" by William Butler Yeats. This is a poem often thought to be about Yeats' views on life after death. But I believe it's about

Art as a religion, and, specifically, about the idea of reincarnation or "resurrection in our natural lives. "The coward dies many deaths, but the brave man dies but once." Julius Caesar. How can we worship reincarnation if we are an humanist atheist? How can we appreciate the death and rebirth of our own selves? Well listen in. I'll be discussion: The story of Easter according to Christianity (Christ's resurrection) The story of Demeter The Rape of Persephone The story of Dionysus (Bacchus) The Eleusinian Myths Cicero The Dionysian festival And of course a converse with verse with Sailing to Byzantium.

Sailing to Byzantium


That is no country for old men. The young

In one another's arms, birds in the trees,

—Those dying generations—at their song,

The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,

Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long

Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.

Caught in that sensual music all neglect

Monuments of unageing intellect.

An aged man is but a paltry thing,

A tattered coat upon a stick, unless

Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing

For every tatter in its mortal dress,

Nor is there singing school but studying