La Vie Boheme

I said I'd post 'em, so here they are...

My epigraphs for The Exile's Daughter, for now. Two and three are subject to change.

Part One (Chapters 1-6)

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you
can understand.

--"The Stolen Child", W.B. Yeats

Part Two (Chapters 7-11)

Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

--"The Hosting of the Sidhe", W.B. Yeats

Part Three (Chapters 12-?)

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

--"The Second Coming", W.B. Yeats

Not sure about the last two, as I've said. The first though, the first is practically carved in stone, particularly since the novel started out as a story with the title "A World More Full of Weeping". Dunno. The second one is reeeeeally starting to grow on me. Maybe for the last two, I'll mix in some other poets. Eliot's always a frontrunner.

Posted by Lisa at September 5, 2003 07:36 PM