Yeats Poems - Poems about 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 images...

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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. ...

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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...

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W B Yeats 'SECOND COMING' 1 2 oo.ooam ...

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W B Yeats ' WINDING STAIRCASE _____        ing      wind        ing          wind            wind           ing         wind       ing      wind        ing          wind            ing          wind         ing       wind      ing       wind       ing    ______    [ stair ]    ~~~~~...

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W B Yeats ' The Wheel' __ / \ / \ ...

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

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

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 A...

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