Poetry at 7:43 A.M.

The Coming of Wisdom with Time

William Butler Yeats

though leaves are many, the root is one;

Through all the lying days of my youth

I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;

Now I may wither into the truth.

The understanding of this poem is primarily in the title, let me explain; I realize that normally a poem is understood when reading the poem ITSELF. This poem had the opposite effect on me I feel that I could have read the title and been fine! The poem confused me because of the structure of it, it seems that this is an unfinished thought. The only explination I have is that Yeats did this for the purpose that expands on this idea of "wisdom coming with time".