‘The Wild Swans at Coole’ is the opening, title poem in W. B. Yeats’s 1917 poetry collection The Wild Swans at Coole. Perhaps the best way to offer an analysis of ‘The Wild Swans at Coole’ is to take the poem a stanza at a time, and summarise what’s going on and what feelings Yeats is articulating through the imagery of the swans.
The Wild Swans at Coole
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.
Yeats wrote ‘The Wild Swans at Coole’ in October 1916. He’d just proposed to Maud Gonne, his (almost) lifelong muse and former girlfriend, and (more weirdly) Maud’s daughter, Iseult, over the summer. Having been rejected by two generations of the Gonne family (Gonne … Gonne … going), Yeats wrote this poem, using the autumnal surroundings, and the wild swans found at Coole Park, the Irish home of his friend Lady Gregory, to represent his feelings. Yeats had often stayed with Lady Gregory at Coole Park in the summer, and even lived there for some time. The trees are beautiful, the sky is still, and fifty-nine swans (an oddly exact number) are on the water.
The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.
Indeed, it turns out Yeats has always counted the swans, for the last nineteen years. As he is counting them this autumn, Yeats observes all of the swans rise up and scatter, circling in imperfect ‘rings’ in the air just above the water.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.
But seeing these ‘brilliant’ (meaning brightly shining as well as generally excellent) swans once again has underscored just how much has changed in those nineteen years since Yeats first clapped eyes on the swans. Back then, he was a young man in his early thirties, and now, but he in his early fifties, in late middle age, unmarried and without children. Note the emphasis on decline: summer has declined into autumn (it’s October) and now Yeats mentions ‘twilight’ – contrasting that first twilight evening when he heard the wings of the swans nearly two decades ago, with the deeper ‘twilight’ of his own life, as he grows older.
The old adage about swans, of course, is that they mate for life: hence ‘lover by lover’. Even the streams they paddle in are ‘companionable’, suggesting the companion Yeats himself doesn’t have. The swans’ hearts have not grown old, Yeats tells us: they are possessed of the same youthful passion and vigour (‘conquest’ carries a sexual connotation here, and there is an undercurrent of violence, even sexual violence, running through ‘The Wild Swans at Coole’: fittingly, Yeats would go on to write ‘Leda and the Swan’, a poem about Zeus’ rape of Leda while disguised as a swan).
But now they drift on the still water,
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?
Yeats concludes ‘The Wild Swans at Coole’ by telling us how the swans drift on the water, an air of mystery attending them. As so often with a W. B. Yeats poem, he ends with a question. Where will the swans, being wild swans, fly away to, and in which lake will they build their homes? When Yeats discovers one day that they have flown away from Coole Park, where will they be?
It becomes apparent in this final stanza of ‘The Wild Swans at Coole’ that Yeats isn’t merely using the swans as a symbol for lifelong love (swans mating for life) or a way of reflecting on the passing years since he first visited Coole Park as a young man. No, the swans clearly represent Maud and Iseult Gonne: Yeats’s reference to the swans as ‘beautiful’ and ‘mysterious’, as creatures which can ‘delight men’s eyes’ (emphasis added), suggests the romantic attachment he had to both women.
‘The Wild Swans at Coole’ appears to be an elegiac poem: specifically, a poem mourning the loss of the poet’s own youth and his personal loneliness. But as the critic Hugh Kenner so keenly saw, there’s more to the poem than this, and it’s actually about something even more tragic: the loss of feeling that is experienced with age. Thomas Hardy, as a man of late middle age, may have looked at himself in the mirror and lamented the fact that his heart was as youthful (and prone to passionate heartbreak) as when he was a young man, but ‘The Wild Swans at Coole’ acknowledges a more complex romantic attitude towards getting older: that the greatest tragedy is not growing old alone and feeling it keenly, but rather, growing old and losing feeling altogether.