Yeats Poems

SIMPLY YEATS

 
SIMPLY YEATS

My verse under Yeats’ carved door
he merrily chuckled at white 
envelope, sketched butterfly 
said he preferred to receive 
verses this way rather 
than reading them across 
post-modern websites 


He invited me to tea
we simply savoured small
cheese squares, crumbly 
scones watching a squirrel 
chomp a cheerful chestnut 
lost and found
What word can describe 
fleeting

I won a poetry prize to go visit the lake isle of Innisfree

I won a poetry prize to go visit the lake isle of Innisfree.
But I didn't wanna go, cuz there's nothing there I particularly wanted to see.
I hear there's just a clay-and-wattles cabin
with a bunch a bees a-blabbin'
and nine rows of beans, and that doesn't really interest me.

Yeats' Beau Fled With Rhyme And Reason

When You Are Old Poetry Contest
Sara Kendrick


Yeats' poem describes his courtship that sank
With his misconnection he is bitter
And he takes digs at his beau's true glitter 
Alluding that his fire drew her blank

He paints a now-and-then picture of her
Saying he'd be the one holding her hand
Should old age leave her without charm and bland
Yet she

Emagi Yeats Second Coming

W B Yeats 'SECOND COMING'

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Emagi Yeats Winding Stair

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Emagi Yeats the Wheel

W B Yeats ' The Wheel'

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Clerihew Yeats

For Jack  B Yeats
sibling fame was his sad fate
An illustrator was his particular art
also a poet for the main part

Clerihew Yeats

William Butler Yeats
respected as one of the greats Awarded
Awarded a Nobel prize
being tone deaf  is a surprise

'tread Softly Because You Tread On My Dreams' By William Butler Yeats

For if I had a pence for every pound,
I would ponder first for it to be sound,
For it bears on my soul, I contemplate,
Do they that is endowed suffer this fate,
The teaching I present whose life is poor,
For I fear naught my dream be it grandeur,
Then having the means, beyond all measure,
As dreams are a

I Will Not Be a Yeats

Yeats and I share the same sentiment: 
Ageing is absurd.
But Yeats could not cope with it;
He called it a caricature.
But I not only know but also feel—  
Old is gold!
I won’t be a Yeats!

Yeats thought of life as a tragedy
And continued to bemoan it.
But I would, after Buddha and Kierkegaard,
Think of life as absurd,
Which

Son of Sligo - To William Butler Yeats

SON OF SLIGO
     To William Butler Yeats - Feb 5 2017
You'll feel the voice of Sligo's heart
in pubs as music plays,
while spirits of the viking's quest
comes on, and here it stays;

their mournful song of blood and death
'tis not what it's about,
but bonding from much harder times
with friends while drinking stout;

their singing

Demons of Our Better Angels After Yeats

First were the clowns
Shadowy angst of the Deplored, 
Lurking at the periphery of our vision;
Then in the darkness, the stars wheel and weep;
As the hard words of hatred fly,
Let the Jews flee to Jerusalem.
Send the seed of Montezuma beyond the walls.
Cries from the shadows,
All hail the Darkness, the darkening plain, the wan moon,
Bind the cohorts

After Yeats and Heaney

After Yeats and Heaney,
you wonder when the new one
will come galloping 

out of Dublin or perhaps 
from yet another farm
but you won’t know

until you read the lines
and hear the music by someone 
you have never heard of.

If no one else is around
you’ll shout to the sleeping cat,  
here’s the new one!

and then sit back

In Search of Yeats

Oceans wend and eyes lift to the faded summer moon,
like a dried water spot on the morning sky 
Here now on the edge of a princely river
Cast a cold Eye

Over hills that shadow Drumcliff and the run of the wild boar
Stone walls smuggle narrow lanes and wandering breath
Devenir un sujet de discorde
On Life, on Death

In

A Sign of the Second Coming -- Yeats

Know the Beauty of tomorrow began in the past--
And it must last through today,
Suffering the indignities at hand.
And then you can see out of Spiritus Mundi
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
looking out with gaze blank and pitiless--

The Nightmare that slouches towards Bethlehem to be born...
And Terra says he is coming


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