W.B Yeats, 1865 - 1939 As a young man, in Ireland, he may never have personally seen anyone who was not Caucasian. In Great Britain, the late 19th Century saw a peculiar Victorian taste of beauty which had devastating effects on young women--the cause of so many dying in childbirth. The reason: they had as peculiar an idea of feminine beauty as the Chinese obsessed with tiny feet. Unfortunately, the obsession for white skin--as white as possible--kept young women and girls out of direct sunlight. Subsequently, so many developed rickets from vitamin D deficiency that their pelvic outlets were deformed, too small for childbirth--causing the remarkable rate of death in primiperas who could not physically deliver the infant. The poet Yeats would have composed this poem during this period. Nowadays young women still tend to obsession with tanning booths--in spite of our warnings about malignant melanoma. A Poet To His Beloved by William Butler Yeats I BRING you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams, White woman that passion has worn As the tide wears the dove-grey sands, And with heart more old than the horn That is brimmed from the pale fire of time: White woman with numberless dreams, I bring you my passionate rhyme.
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