William Butler Yeats

(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

All Things Can Tempt Me - Poem by William Butler Yeats

ALL things can tempt me from this craft of verse:
One time it was a woman's face, or worse --
The seeming needs of my fool-driven land;
Now nothing but comes readier to the hand
Than this accustomed toil. When I was young,
I had not given a penny for a song
Did not the poet Sing it with such airs
That one believed he had a sword upstairs;
Yet would be now, could I but have my wish,
Colder and dumber and deafer than a fish.


Comments about All Things Can Tempt Me by William Butler Yeats

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (8/19/2016 9:16:00 AM)

    A great introspective poem that is meaningful and thought provoking too. (Report) Reply

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  • Kim Barney (5/31/2016 11:28:00 AM)

    ALL things can tempt me from this craft of verse - -

    That's true; many things keep me from writing, also.

    When I was young,
    I had not given a penny for a song - -

    But now I truly appreciate poetry as I have never done before. This poem deserves much higher than the 6.1 rating given by the 44 voters so far. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (5/31/2016 1:09:00 AM)

    With the temptations of life. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 15, 2001


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