In Greek mythology, besides Cyparissus, the cypress is also associated with Artemis and Hecate, a goddess of magic, crossroads and the underworld. When the boy was consumed by grief, Silvanus turned him into a tree, and thereafter carried a branch of cypress as a symbol of mourning. In another version of the story, it was the woodland god Silvanus who was the divine companion of Cyparissus and who accidentally killed the stag. He was transformed into cupressus sempervirens, with the tree’s sap as his tears. His grief and remorse were so inconsolable that he asked to weep forever. The handsome boy Cyparissus, a favorite of Apollo, accidentally killed a beloved tame stag. The poet Ovid, who wrote during the reign of Augustus, records the best-known myth that explains the association of the cypress with grief. The tree is an ancient symbol of mourning and possesses mystical properties, particularly in regard to ushering the soul from this world to the next realm. In Yeats’ vision, he sees cypress trees planted around Maude’s burial mound. His words in this poem ensure that the memory of Gonne would continue after her death, that she would not become just a nameless marker somewhere.Īnother thing that is worth mentioning is the symbolism of the cypress trees. And I think this is what Yeats was getting at in this poem. We all like to think of our lives as being meaningful, and I do believe that everyone’s life has purpose in the grand scheme, but that does not mean that individual lives are remembered long past death. Most people who have lived and died are completely forgotten, and this is a sobering thought. What struck me about this poem was the big-picture theme about death and remembrance. Clearly, he was expressing concern about her being so far away from home while ill and afraid of what might happen to her in the unfortunate event that she passed away. So I did a little research (the internet is an amazing resource) and learned that Yeats composed this poem for Maude Gonne, who had taken a trip to France for health reasons.
I read this poem twice this morning and had a good sense of the meaning, but felt that I might be missing some historical context. She was more beautiful than thy first love, I dreamed that one had died in a strange placeĪnd they had nailed the boards above her face,Ī cross they had made out of two bits of wood,Īnd left her to the indifferent stars above
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