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Newly-Discovered Poem by W. B. Yeats

Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 4:05 pm
by Nanohedron
Aedh wishes for the Dental Floss of Heaven
by W. B. Yeats


Had I the heavens’ embroidered dental floss,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark dental floss
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the dental floss under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my teeth;
I have spread my teeth under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my teeth.

Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 4:38 pm
by jsluder
So, when do we get the follow-up post by another 16000-post oldie with the link to some website they want to sucker folks into visiting?

:twisted:

Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 4:51 pm
by Nanohedron
The Song of Root-Canal'd Aengus
by W. B. Yeats


I went out to the dentist's place,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel pick,
And flossed my choppers with a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped my tartar in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering hygeinist
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the nitrous-y air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver flanges of the moon,
The golden flanges of the sun.

Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 5:05 pm
by jsluder
The Young Man's Flange
by W. B. Yeats


I whispered, "I am too young,"
And then, "I am old enough";
Wherefore I threw my flange
To find out if I might floss.
"Go and floss, go and floss, young man,
If the teeth be young and fair,"
Ah, flange, brown flange, brown flange,
I am looped in the loops of the floss.

Oh, my flange is the crooked thing,
There is nobody weird enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of flanges
Till the teeth had rotted away,
And the shadows eaten the molars.
Ah, flange, brown flange, brown flange,
One cannot begin flossing too soon.

Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 11:06 am
by Nanohedron
Down by the Dentist's Office
by W. B. Yeats


Down by the dentist's office my hygeinist and I did meet;
She passed the dentist's office with little snow-white teeth.
She bid me take meds easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being hurt and painful, with her did not agree.

At the desk by the lobby my hygeinist and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take meds easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was hurt and painful, and now am full of beers.

Re: Newly-Discovered Poem by W. B. Yeats

Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 7:10 pm
by WyoBadger
:lol: :lol: :lol: Nice.
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Re: Newly-Discovered Poem by W. B. Yeats

Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 6:54 pm
by Congratulations
So apparently Yeats went through a heretofore unknown-about "dental period." Fascinating.

Re: Newly-Discovered Poem by W. B. Yeats

Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 1:51 pm
by Nanohedron
THE GINGIVITIS OF THE WORLD
by W. B. Yeats

Who dreamed that a good tooth passes like a dream?
For these red gums, with all their mournful pride,
Mournful that no new regeneration may betide,
Enamel passed away along with its gleam,
And our dentine and roots died.

We and our withering jaws are passing by:
Amid greyed teeth, that waver and give place
Like the pale steel in the dental-tools' brace,
Under the hissing N2O, foam of the sky,
Lives in this lonely face.

Bow down, orthodondist, in your dim abode:
Before you were, or any plaque to treat,
Weary and kind hygienists lingered by my seat;
Who made the world to be in gaseous mode
Due to my wandering teeth.

Re: Newly-Discovered Poem by W. B. Yeats

Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 2:55 pm
by MTGuru
Dentistry
by W.B. Yeats

How can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On X-rays, dental floss,
And water-piks?
Yet here she stands beclad in white,
I paw and grab, insistent,
And all she says is "rinse and spit",
My dental tech assistant.
And maybe what they say is true,
She's telephoned the coppers,
But O that I were young again
And still had all my choppers.

Re: Newly-Discovered Poem by W. B. Yeats

Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 3:03 pm
by Nanohedron
:lol: Nice.

Re: Newly-Discovered Poem by W. B. Yeats

Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 3:24 pm
by jsluder
The Second Root Canal
by W. B. Yeats


Turning and turning in the widening maw
The tooth cannot hear the drill;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the mandible,
The blood-dimmed tongue is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of malevolence is drowned;
The best lack all dentition, while the worst
Are full of painful intensity.

Surely some oral surgery is at hand;
Surely the Second Root Canal is at hand.
The Second Root Canal! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of "Little Shop of Horrors"
Troubles my sight: somewhere in hands of the dentist
A shape with thin body and the head of a raptor,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving in slow twists, while all about it
Fall shadows of the remaining tea-stained teeth.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty minutes of stoned sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking extractor,
And what rough tooth, its root come out at last,
Drops towards the tray to be done?

Re: Newly-Discovered Poem by W. B. Yeats

Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 3:49 pm
by Nanohedron
TO SOME I HAVE TALKED WITH ABOUT MY DENTAL COVERAGE
by W. B. Yeats

While I wrought out these fitful Dental rhymes,
My heart would brim with dreams about the times
When we bent down above the groaning board
And chewed with choppers strong on chewy foodstuffs in their horde;
But now insurance adjusters, like bats in the dead trees,
In all the wayward dental insurance companies,
They sigh with mingled sorrow and contempt,
And tell me that my case is exempt
Under the standards of coverage that must be endured.
We of the embattled dentally underinsured
Do rise, cases upon claims, cavities upon underbites,
And, like a storm, cry for our Ineffable Rights,
And with the scratching of our pens and pencils make
A bureaucrat's music, till the morning break
And the white papertrail end all but the loud bleat
Of their "Sorry, but that's not covered", and the flash of their fleeing feet.

Re: Newly-Discovered Poem by W. B. Yeats

Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 9:05 pm
by MTGuru
The Strip Mall of Innisfree
by W. B. Yeats

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a value meal eat there, of cheese and burgers made:
Nine tins of beans will I buy there, a box of herbal tea,
Some hummus dip, and a can of Glade.

And I shall have some peas there, for peas are not too dear,
And salty snacks for the early morning when the munchies call;
At midnight go for pizza, at noon I'm out of beer,
And evening's full of people at the mall.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear my stomach growling great, low gurgles from afar;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I wonder where I parked my car.

Re: Newly-Discovered Poem by W. B. Yeats

Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 11:35 am
by Nanohedron
"Herbal tea". No kidding. :wink: Not one dental reference, but with that we have been bumped to a broader plain of Yeatsian trouncing. Too, I think that now we need not even confine ourselves to Yeats, although at this rate we could ravage the sum of his corpus before you can say "the wind among the reeds".

Crimes against great poetry: is there a court in the world that would try us?

Re: Newly-Discovered Poem by W. B. Yeats

Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 12:51 pm
by MTGuru
Well, you've got to give me credit for the hummus reference, which I considered obligatory. :-)

Be grateful that I haven't yet found the right application for off-rhyming periodontist and Pocahontas.