William Butler Yeats

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

Paudeen - Poem by William Butler Yeats

INDIGNANT at the fumbling wits, the obscure spite
Of our old paudeen in his shop, I stumbled blind
Among the stones and thorn-trees, under morning light;
Until a curlew cried and in the luminous wind
A curlew answered; and suddenly thereupon I thought
That on the lonely height where all are in God's eye,
There cannot be, confusion of our sound forgot,
A single soul that lacks a sweet crystalline cry.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

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