"For Anne Gregory" [by William Butler Yeats]

For Anne Gregory

'Never shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
Love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.'

'But I can get a hair-dye
And set such colour there,
Brown, or black, or carrot,
That young men in despair
May love me for myself alone
And not my yellow hair.'

'I heard an old religious man
But yesternight declare
That he had found a text to prove
That only God, my dear,
Could love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.'

-- William Butler Yeats

Comments

[xafire]

Men never loved women without her beauty.

[Jim]

That is not the moral of the poem. It's that we love each other for those things we find attractive in other people. Sometimes it's yellow hair, sometimes a sense of humor, but without it love is not possible. Thus the idea that you can be unlovable and still be loved is impossible. It is futile to want such a thing-- to make oneself ugly or radically different and expect the feelings of love to remain unchanged.

Either that, or Yeats believed no man every loved a brunette.

[Rae]

I think it is that men will never unconditionally love a woman (save a daughter) - the physical attractiveness, attraction, SEX, always is a factor.

[Mary]

I've seen lost very homely women who are happily married. The only answer is it must be love.

[Everald Garner]

This is not American. Yeats was Irish, always and forever.

[The Best American Poetry]

True. Our site is devoted not narrowly to American poetry but to great poetry wherever it comes from, and Yeats was "the king of the cats." -- DL

[Sam Kaplan]

Is "For Anne Gregory" a reply by Yeats to Benedick's lofty declamation (in Much Ado About Nothing, Act 2, Scene 3) that "her hair shall be of what color it please God"?

[Sam Kaplan]

Doesn't this poem say only that sometimes, not always, some physical quality of a person, not necessarily a woman, is so attractive it's not possible to avoid loving her (or him)? To put it another way, in this particular case, Anne Gregory's "yellow hair" is overpowering, overwhelming - and given the context that Yeats establishes (a "young man" capable of being thrown into despair and a woman of unspecified age) it's reasonable to assume a romantic and sexual attraction. In that sense the poem is almost an apology or a defense of falling love with someone for her (or his) looks, but it also allows an extended meaning: that sometimes we're swept up in love, swamped by love (Updike), in response to particular qualities, not necessarily physical ones, possibly even to qualities of character, such as intelligence or kindness. But the immediate claim of the poem seems to me to justify erotic passion, a subject which claimed much of Yeats' awed attention.

[David Lehman]

Sam, I think you've nailed it. Attraction precedes love for "a young man" and a young woman (Anne Gregory). Erotic love is a function of youth and a benefit of mortality. To love beauty is human; to love despite ugliness is divine, though the poem is too gallant to put it that way.

[stephanie Berry]

Nothing gallant about this poem. It celebrates surface attraction passing as love- the most trifling exterior as the subject of great passion. The contents of the human soul are regarded as of really no importance to anyone but God. The poem relegating God,the creator, sustainer and savior of humankind to a position of ridiculousness as the ridiculous author praises the very thing that is the poison of human relationships- the essentially proud, self-centered and vain nature of merely human love. Ladies, if the man in your life is apaly described by this poem, drop him. God alone is an excellent step up. Sola Dios basta.

[Molly Arden]

That's a very spirited comment, Stephanie. You may be underestimating the poem's genial humor and the effect of lightness obtained by the dialogue form and the rhymes.

[Verity]

Its message isn't just about men, it's that human beings are hopelessly flawed; we're not objective, we have personal tastes and preferences. Each of us judges the outside before anything else, but I don't think Yeats was impugning mankind for its imperfection; I think he was just being matter-of-fact. Only God is perfect, only God can love us for us.

It's about how much better God is than the rest of us as well, I think. Just a lil bit

God. God. God.

[Rosetta Stone]

You're right, Verity.