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W. B. Yeats

W. B. Yeats

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A storm beaten old watch-tower,
A blind hermit rings the hour.
 
All-destroying sword-blade still
Carried by the wandering fool.
 
Gold-sewn silk on the sword-blade,
Beauty and fool together laid.

#Irish #NobelPrize #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1933 #TheWindingStairAndOtherPoems

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Autres oeuvres par W. B. Yeats...
A Deep

OTHERS because you did not keep That deep-sworn vow have been friends of… Yet always when I look death in the fac… When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine,

The Two Trees

BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit

Against Unworthy Praise

O heart, be at peace, because Nor knave nor dolt can break What’s not for their applause, Being for a woman’s sake. Enough if the work has seemed,

#1910 #TheGreenHelmetAndOtherPoems

To Some I Have Talked With by the Fire

While I wrought out these fitful Danaan… My heart would brim with dreams about th… When we bent down above the fading coals And talked of the dark folk who live in… Of passionate men, like bats in the dead…

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Demon and Beast

FOR certain minutes at the least That crafty demon and that loud beast That plague me day and night Ran out of my sight; Though I had long perned in the gyre,

In Memory of Eva Gore

The light of evening, Lissadell, Great windows open to the south, Two girls in silk kimonos, both Beautiful, one a gazelle. But a raving autumn shears

Paudeen

INDIGNANT at the fumbling wits, the… Of our old paudeen in his shop, I stumb… Among the stones and thorn-trees, under… Until a curlew cried and in the luminous… A curlew answered; and suddenly thereupo…

He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead

Were you but lying cold and dead, And lights were paling out of the West, You would come hither, and bend your hea… And I would lay my head on your breast; And you would murmur tender words,

#1899 #TheWindAmongTheReeds

At Galway Races

There where the course is, Delight makes all of the one mind, The riders upon the galloping horses, The crowd that closes in behind: We, too, had good attendance once,

#1910 #TheGreenHelmetAndOtherPoems

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Veronica’s Napkin

The Heavenly Circuit; Berenice’s Hair; Tent-pole of Eden; the tent’s drapery; Symbolical glory of thc earth and air! The Father and His angelic hierarchy That made the magnitude and glory there

#1933 #TheWindingStairAndOtherPoems

A Song

I THOUGHT no more was needed Youth to prolong Than dumb-bell and foil To keep the body young. Oh, who could have foretold

#1919 #TheWildSwansAtCoole

The Chambermaid’s First Song

HOW came this ranger Now sunk in rest, Stranger with strangcr. On my cold breast? What’s left to Sigh for?

Beggar to Beggar Cried

‘TIME to put off the world and go some… And find my health again in the sea air,… Beggar to beggar cried, being frenzy-str… ‘And make my soul before my pate is bare… ’And get a comfortable wife and house

On Being Asked for a War Poem

I THINK it better that in times like… A poet’s mouth be silent, for in truth We have no gift to set a statesman right… He has had enough of meddling who can pl… A young girl in the indolence of her you…

Three Things

‘O cruel Death, give three things back,… Sang a bone upon the shore; ‘A child found all a child can lack, Whether of pleasure or of rest, Upon the abundance of my breast’:




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