When you are old
By William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
"Rather than your face as a young woman, I prefer your face as it is now. Ravaged"(Donnadieu 3).
"It has been my face. It's got older still, of course, but less, co,paratively, than it would otherwise have done. It's scored with deep, dry weinkles, the skin is cracked. But my face hasn't collapsed, as some with fine features have done. It's kept the same contours, but its substance has been laid waste. I have a face laid waste"( Donnadieu 4).
It is true that if some one love your soul, love your face laid waste, love your old wrinkle and that man is the only one you should believe and be with him whatever living or death.
When I read this novel, I always think a question about that does the girl loved the man, even once. I do not think he loved her, because he always have a sex with her and let her such as only a prostitude. He love her body not her soul, but l think I'm worry. He love her and I think this love is the forever love, even until he dead. The reason is that after many years ago, he " came up to" her and said that "Rather than your face as a young woman, I prefer your face as it is now. Ravaged"(Donnadieu 3). That is the true love.
6/20/2010
No Chapter in the Story
The book does not have any chapter or section. At the beginning, I do not know why and at least I do not think about why it does not have chapter or section. After I read the half part of the book, I know why there are no chapters in the book. In my opinion, there are two reasons for me to support my opinion which is you can not use part to definite life and this is Marguerite Donnadieu’s writing style.
First of all, Marguerite Donnadieu does not want to use “part” to describe her life. In many people’s life there are some important part, such as childhood, adulthood and old hood. However, in Donnadieu’s life every time are all very important. She has no childhood. At the beginning of the novel, she said “One day, I am a ready old, in the entrance of a public place a man came up to me”( Donnadieu 3). She is too young to get old. “ Very early in my life it was too late. I was already too late when I was eighteen. Between eighteen and twenty-five my face took off in a new direction. I grew old at eight”(Donnadieu 4). She has no teenager; even she is not young in her whole life. That is why she does not use chapter to write her life, because there is no chapter in her life. Her life is a story.
Secondly, does not use chapter to write story is the style in her writing life. Donnadieu like writing no time story. It is means in her story all the things are not only limit in one time. She does not like writing story in time order. At the beginning of the story, she writes the story at present and next page she will write narration interspersed with flashbacks. Maybe after that she flashback, she uses inverted order the story. Therefore, we can not simply to use chapter to limit her novel.
This is an amazing book. When I read some second resource, it always said that her novel is very difficult for readers to read. She is a “nature writer”( I named to her). She is just wants to talk about a story and does not think about what the order should be, so when you read her book, you will be very confusing. Therefore, if you want to make some section in her story, that is a difficult things. Now I understand why there are no section in her story.
First of all, Marguerite Donnadieu does not want to use “part” to describe her life. In many people’s life there are some important part, such as childhood, adulthood and old hood. However, in Donnadieu’s life every time are all very important. She has no childhood. At the beginning of the novel, she said “One day, I am a ready old, in the entrance of a public place a man came up to me”( Donnadieu 3). She is too young to get old. “ Very early in my life it was too late. I was already too late when I was eighteen. Between eighteen and twenty-five my face took off in a new direction. I grew old at eight”(Donnadieu 4). She has no teenager; even she is not young in her whole life. That is why she does not use chapter to write her life, because there is no chapter in her life. Her life is a story.
Secondly, does not use chapter to write story is the style in her writing life. Donnadieu like writing no time story. It is means in her story all the things are not only limit in one time. She does not like writing story in time order. At the beginning of the story, she writes the story at present and next page she will write narration interspersed with flashbacks. Maybe after that she flashback, she uses inverted order the story. Therefore, we can not simply to use chapter to limit her novel.
This is an amazing book. When I read some second resource, it always said that her novel is very difficult for readers to read. She is a “nature writer”( I named to her). She is just wants to talk about a story and does not think about what the order should be, so when you read her book, you will be very confusing. Therefore, if you want to make some section in her story, that is a difficult things. Now I understand why there are no section in her story.
Some Feeling About the Novel
He went straight to her, such as every man went to her.
On the boat which is leave Vietnam, she cried.
Because she miss the man who on the bank.
Because she can not know whether she loved him or not.
Because he will disappear in her life, such as a sand disappear in the sea.
Finally, she is not belongs to him.
Time is longer than life. Time destory the beauty.
She gave him the most beautyful body she have, but her soul only belongs to herself.
Therefore, she cried. Her heart was broken, but still beat.
On the boat which is leave Vietnam, she cried.
Because she miss the man who on the bank.
Because she can not know whether she loved him or not.
Because he will disappear in her life, such as a sand disappear in the sea.
Finally, she is not belongs to him.
Time is longer than life. Time destory the beauty.
She gave him the most beautyful body she have, but her soul only belongs to herself.
Therefore, she cried. Her heart was broken, but still beat.
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