William Butler Yeats

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

The Lady's First Song - Poem by William Butler Yeats

I TURN round
Like a dumb beast in a show.
Neither know what I am
Nor where I go,
My language beaten
Into one name;
I am in love
And that is my shame.
What hurts the soul
My soul adores,
No better than a beast
Upon all fours.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001



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