Every poem
speaks specifically to each reader, but this is how I see the meaning of
the poem.
Yeats (or the speaker) is writing about "writing." He
recalls a time when his "darling" could not understand why he has chosen to be a
writer in a world which he sees so often as "this blind bitter land."
He remembers, too, growing "weary" of the world, especially the sun, which
all life depends on....
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