Among School Children (Poem by William Butler Yeats)

W. B. Yeats’s “Among School Children” is a reflective philosophical poem in which the poet connects childhood, old age, love, memory, art, ...
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By William Butler Yeats

I walk through the long schoolroom questioning;
A kind old nun in a white hood replies;
The children learn to cipher and to sing,
To study reading-books and histories,
To cut and sew, be neat in everything
In the best modern way — the children’s eyes
In momentary wonder stare upon
A sixty-year-old smiling public man.


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I dream of a Ledaean body, bent
Above a sinking fire. a tale that she
Told of a harsh reproof, or trivial event
That changed some childish day to tragedy —
Told, and it seemed that our two natures blent
Into a sphere from youthful sympathy,
Or else, to alter Plato’s parable,
Into the yolk and white of the one shell.


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And thinking of that fit of grief or rage
I look upon one child or t’other there
And wonder if she stood so at that age —
For even daughters of the swan can share
Something of every paddler’s heritage —
And had that colour upon cheek or hair,
And thereupon my heart is driven wild:
She stands before me as a living child.


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Her present image floats into the mind —
Did Quattrocento finger fashion it
Hollow of cheek as though it drank the wind
And took a mess of shadows for its meat?
And I though never of Ledaean kind
Had pretty plumage once — enough of that,
Better to smile on all that smile, and show
There is a comfortable kind of old scarecrow.


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What youthful mother, a shape upon her lap
Honey of generation had betrayed,
And that must sleep, shriek, struggle to escape
As recollection or the drug decide,
Would think her Son, did she but see that shape
With sixty or more winters on its head,
A compensation for the pang of his birth,
Or the uncertainty of his setting forth?


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Plato thought nature but a spume that plays
Upon a ghostly paradigm of things;
Solider Aristotle played the taws
Upon the bottom of a king of kings;
World-famous golden-thighed Pythagoras
Fingered upon a fiddle-stick or strings
What a star sang and careless Muses heard:
Old clothes upon old sticks to scare a bird.


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Both nuns and mothers worship images,
But those the candles light are not as those
That animate a mother’s reveries,
But keep a marble or a bronze repose.
And yet they too break hearts — O presences
That passion, piety or affection knows,
And that all heavenly glory symbolise —
O self-born mockers of man’s enterprise;


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Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?

Poem Analysis:

W. B. Yeats’s “Among School Children” is a reflective philosophical poem in which the poet connects childhood, old age, love, memory, art, education, and the relationship between the body and the soul. Written after Yeats’s visit to a school in Waterford, the poem begins with an apparently simple scene but gradually develops into a profound meditation on human existence and the passage of time.

The poem opens with Yeats walking through a schoolroom where children are learning ordinary subjects and practical skills. The children look at the poet, a “sixty-year-old smiling public man,” with curiosity. This scene immediately creates a contrast between youth and old age. The children represent innocence and possibility, while Yeats is conscious of his aging body and his past.

The sight of the children causes Yeats to remember Maud Gonne, the woman he loved in his youth. In the second and third stanzas, he imagines her as a young mother and wonders whether one of the schoolchildren might resemble the girl she once was. His personal memories therefore become connected with the universal process of growing older. Yeats recognizes that the beautiful young woman he remembers has also been transformed by time.

The poem then moves from personal memory to philosophical reflection. Yeats questions whether a person can be separated from the physical body, or whether body, mind, and soul form an inseparable whole. He refers to Plato, Aristotle, and Pythagoras, whose philosophical ideas attempt to explain reality, nature, and the human condition. Yet Yeats treats purely intellectual explanations with some irony, suggesting that abstract theories may ultimately be inadequate when confronted with the complexity of lived experience.

Another important theme is the relationship between creation and suffering. Yeats considers the experiences of mothers, children, artists, philosophers, and religious figures. Human beings create things—children, works of art, ideas, and ideals—but these creations are inevitably subject to time and change. The poem therefore asks whether the achievements and identities that people construct can truly overcome mortality.

The final stanza offers the poem’s most famous image: the chestnut tree. Yeats asks whether the tree should be understood as its “leaf,” “blossom,” or “bole.” The answer is implied in the image of the tree as a unified living organism. Similarly, he asks, “How can we know the dancer from the dance?” The dancer and the dance become inseparable, just as body and soul, action and identity, or creator and creation cannot always be meaningfully divided.

Thus, “Among School Children” moves from a specific schoolroom encounter to a universal meditation on time, aging, memory, love, art, philosophy, and human unity. Yeats does not finally solve these problems through logical argument. Instead, he arrives at an image of harmony in which separate elements become one. The poem suggests that life may be understood not by separating body from soul, youth from age, or person from experience, but by recognizing them as parts of a single, continuously changing whole.

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