Nancy Gish wrote:
> Plotinus said that eternity is in love with the productions of time.
> This is the conundrum in both Keats and Yeats because, as Carrol
> notes, the lovers will never grow old only because they will never
> live. From "The Stolen Child" through the last poems Yeats sets up
> a similar dialectic and irony. Because the price of being a golden
> bird is that there is only the love of real birds of which to
> sing--"birds in the trees/ Those dying generations at their song."
> Byzantium is chosen not only because it is eternal but because "an
> aged man is but a paltry thing/ A tattered coat upon a stick" (i. e. a
> scarecrow). And what is there to do when the "masterful images"
> desert? "I must lie down where all the ladders start,/ In the foul
> rag-and-bone shop of the heart." Only in body and time is there a
> source for images of eternity--a paradox.
Sorry, but how is that a paradox? Where else do images (of
anything) come from? F H Bradley titled his major work _Appearance and
Reality_. It seems, in relationship, it could almost have been _Image
and Eternity_. Hence, man is made in the image of God, etc.