Christmas Poems (III) The Magi by WB Yeats

Sunday 27 December 2015

If you'd like more Christmas poems, the Poetry Foundation have provided this selection to browse. Meantime, here's The Magi by W.B. Yeats.  

The Magi

Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye,   
In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones   
Appear and disappear in the blue depths of the sky   
With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones,   
And all their helms of silver hovering side by side,   
And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more,   
Being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied,   
The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.

W.B. Yeats